Page 84 of A Convenient Secret

By the time we pulled into the underground, I was practically vibrating with need, and a latent fear he may have changed his mind.

Now, I’m wondering if this was also a part of his plan. To rile me up. If history taught us anything, his ignorance is an aphrodisiac for me.

“The things I want to do to you, little Seagull.” He sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck.

I arch my back, grinding into him. “I can’t wait.”

“Do you have plans this weekend?” He murmurs against my skin, grazing around my exposed clavicle, licking and nipping around the deep neckline of my dress.

“Why?” I grip his hair like it helps me balance.

His hips pin me against the cold mirror to free his hands. He expertly awakens every cell in my body with his insistent touch.

“Cancel them. I need time with you.” He hits a button, and the elevator jerks and halts as he seizes my lips again, trailing his hand up my thigh. He squeezes my ass cheek. “I need to use your pussy. To punish it for teasing me all this time. I need you to use my cock, and scream my name until this entire city knows you’re well taken care of.”

Oh my God. I already deduced that all the words he saves by giving people short answers come to life during sex. But the level of Declan Quinn’s dirty talk catches me off-guard.

His words thrill me and scare me at the same time. Well, not scare, but—

“Declan—” I try to push him, but moving a brick wall would be easier. “Declan.”

He abandons my cleavage and looks up. Fuck, he is breathtaking. His hair in disarray, traces of my lipstick smeared around his lips. But it’s his eyes that squeeze at my heart. The uncensored, inhibited need in them.

“I need to tell you something.” I bite my lower lip. Am I going to kill the mood?

He straightens, lowering his forehead to mine. “Nothing is easy with you, Seagull,” he murmurs—no longer his usual annoyed snap, but rather a sigh of resignation.

“I…I…” I grip his collar. To steady myself, or to prevent him from leaving? I look up and see us in the mirrored ceiling.

What a sight—my legs around his waist, both of us dressed up; we look like we’re from a glamor photoshoot. “I’m all for your plans, but I think… And I hope you won’t change your mind… It’s not a big deal—”

He snatches my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “No blabbering, Seagull.”

“Right. I’ve only been with one man… A boy, back at the end of high school. And we dated only for a few months, so what I’m trying to say… I’m not very experienced.”

Heat burns my cheeks, and I want to look away, because for some reason, my admission embarrasses me. And I don’t want to see his disappointment.

“Fuck, Lily, can you be any more perfect?”

He captures my lips in a bruising kiss like he can’t help himself or hold back anymore.

He lowers me slowly, never disconnecting his lips from mine. When my feet touch the floor,I almost collapse from all the sensations this man is eliciting with his hands, lips, and tongue.

We’re only making out, and I’m already at the brink of an orgasm, so worked up I can’t stand. I reach for the control panel, ready to get the party to the bedroom finally, but Declan snatches my wrist.

“Not yet,” he growls, and drops to his knees.

Before my brain fully reacts to what’s happening, Declan has my dress bunched up at my waist. “Too much fucking fabric. Hold it.”

What the hell is he—? I squeal as he hoists my right leg over his shoulders, practically lifting me effortlessly. I stop breathing when he buries his nose between my legs, taking a long, languid inhale.

“Fuuuck,” he utters reverently, while I regret not having a shower at Celeste’s.

“We don’t have—”

“Relax, baby, I need to taste this pussy now. I have been waiting for months. Hold on.”

Months? But I don’t have time to contemplate that because he lets go of my behind, expecting me to… well, hold on.