Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Her breath catches. “Declan, please,” she whines, threading her arms through mine and finally releasing the clasp.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, nudging the cups aside with my chin. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“Thank you.” She slides her hands down my back and under the waistband of my briefs, tugging them down a few inches.
“You’re interrupting me.” I’m on fire for her but still take my time teasing my tongue over her nipples, kissing her breasts and down her ribcage, exploring all the curves I’ve been obsessing over since the last time we were together. Her skin’s hot under my palms, her moans low and ragged.
I slide my hand between her legs, settling my fingers against her clit. “I’m going to lick you right here,” I whisper. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please.”
“So polite,” I tease, moving lower to kiss her thighs, then spread her wide open. I bury my face in her wetness and let out a groan of pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” she yelps and clamps her hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I warn, desire slamming into me all at once. Wetness coats my fingers as I slide my fingers over her lips up to her clit. “Do you ever do this?” I rub faster against her swollen clit.
She rocks herself into my hand. “Not like that.” She grips my arms again, nails digging into my skin. “Your hands are amazing.”
“Tell me what else you like,” I murmur, then flick my tongue against her and draw her clit between my lips.
“That!” she gasps and swivels her hips. “That’s good. So good,” she repeats over and over.
She lets go, clutching my hair and letting out desperate whimpers.
Her back arches and she lets out a louder cry. My face stays buried in her as she pulses and squeezes around me. When her panting slows, she opens her eyes and gives me a soft, dopey grin.
I kiss my way up her body. “That was beautiful. I need you to do it again.”
Her dazed eyes stare up at me. “What about you?”
I roll next to her in bed and grip my erection, slowly stroking. “I’m going to be inside you this time.”
She shifts onto her knees, and I pull her over me. We groan together as she slowly sinks down on me.
“That’s it.” I cup her breasts as she rocks herself up and down. “Touch yourself for me.”
She slips one hand between her legs and rubs as she grinds herself on me. “Having you here in the flesh is so much better than doing it on my own,” she whispers.
“You touch yourself thinking about me?” I slide my hands to her waist and help her move faster.
“God, yes,” she moans, resting one hand on my chest and shifting her weight, grinding down on me from a different angle.
Her admission and the new angle flip my switch. “Em—”
“Come with me,” she begs.
Thank God. My entire body jerks and shudders as release explodes through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as if she’s enjoying my orgasm as much as her own.
Breathing hard, I pull her down on top of me, wrapping my arms around her tight. “Don’t ever disappear on me again,” I whisper against her hair. “Please.”
She pulls back and stares at me with shiny eyes. And somehow, I know she’s still scared.
She settles next to me, and I turn to face her. “I love you. It’s not the curse—or lack of one. It’s you.”
“Dec—”
“No.” I cut her off before she can offer any excuses. “I want to travel to all the haunted, spooky places you want to investigate. I want—”
“What about your shop?”
I shrug. “Lucy can handle it. I’ll hire another artist. I can book spots at other shops when you and I are on the road. It’ll just take a bit of coordination.”
“You’d do that?” She frowns. “For me?”
“Well, someone needs to keep you out of cemeteries at night and help you carry all those heavy bags you lug around,” I tease, retreating into a lighter mode before I spook her. One thing at a time.
I sit up, searching for my jeans and grab a small box out of my pocket. As I fall back against the pillows next to her, she gasps and frowns at the box.
“Wh…what is that?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Emery
My breath stalls and my eyes widen until it hurts as I stare at the box in Declan’s hands.
Declan rolls over and passes the small white box to me.
I pry the lid off and breathe out a sigh of relief. It’s a white gold necklace. I pinch the chain between my fingers and slowly pull it up, revealing a solid skeleton key pendant suspended sideways on the gleaming chain. Complete with a sturdy clasp.
“This one’s solid gold. You don’t need the protection of iron anymore.” He picks up the delicate key between his big fingers and lets out a dry laugh. “Not that it worked.”