“Good fucking girl,” he groans.
I swallow everything, my body still trembling, my brain a haze of endorphins and aftershocks.
“I’d get a towel,” he murmurs, “but I want you to sleep with my cum on your face tonight.”
I try to smile, but it’s shaky. Before I can stop it, that old, ugly feeling creeps back in. The shame. The part of me that thinks there must be something wrong with me for wanting these things.
I drop my gaze, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. Of how I must look to him. Of what he must think of me now.
But he notices. Of course he does.
He tilts my chin up, gentle but firm.
“Hey.” His voice is softer now. Tender. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I try to laugh, but it comes out brittle.
He brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Act like you should be ashamed of what you like.” His eyes hold mine, and I can’t look away. “There’s nothing wrong with what we just did, Claire.Nothing. It’s normal to want this. Exploring what turns you on doesn’t make you depraved or broken or whatever’s going through your head right now. It makes youhonest. Real. I’d rather be with someone like that than someone who tells me what she thinks I want to hear.”
Tears burn behind my eyes, and I fight to blink them back.
This man is a complete stranger, yet he sees me more clearly than any other man in my life ever has.
“And if I didn’t need to get on a plane back home tomorrow morning,” he continues, dragging his gaze down my body withquiet reverence, “I’d spend a lot more time helping you figure out what else you like.”
A small smile finds its way to my lips. I’ve never been with anyone like him before. Maybe that’s been my problem. Maybe I need an older man, one who’s experienced enough to know how to please a woman.
And Declan most definitely knows how to please me.
“Well,” I murmur, dragging my fingers through his disheveled dark hair. “My flight doesn’t leave for another ten hours.”
His brow arches. “Oh yeah?”
I give a few slow nods. “Yeah.”
“And how would you like to spend those ten hours?” He inches his lips toward mine.
I hook a leg around his waist and roll him onto his back, grinning as I feel him start to harden against me again.
“I have a few ideas.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
DECLAN
The first thingI notice is the light.
Pale gold filters in through the gap in the curtains, brushing over the bed in soft stripes. It touches Claire’s cheekbone, the curve of her hips, the delicate skin of her shoulders where I pressed my mouth hours ago.
She’s still asleep, her hair a wild, sexy mess, the duvet pulled low, baring the long, graceful line of her spine. One arm is curled beneath the pillow, the other draped along her body.
She looks like a goddamn dream. Better than a dream. Because dreams fade. But last night? Last night is permanently burned into me.
I’ve woken up next to women before. Had flings. Nights that meant nothing. That were an escape. A way to shut off my mind for a few hours.
But this doesn’t feel like nothing.
It never did.
