Page 80 of Arranged Addiction
But also in command.
“Stand up,” I order him. Maybe the first time I’ve ever told him what to do.
He hesitates, but he does it. He climbs to his full height. Declan’s so big he easily dwarfs me.
I move out of the tub and onto the bathmat. When I lose my balance, he’s there, steadying me. His hands are cool on my warm hips.
I put my damp hands on his chest.
He doesn’t seem to mind that I get his shirt wet.
His fingers tighten on my skin.
“I keep thinking about that knife against my back.” I start to unbutton his shirt. I do it very slowly, fumbling a little. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. “I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
“Casey.”
“I’m still mad at you. I’m pretty freaked out by everything.”
“I know.”
“But you care about me, don’t you?” I get his shirt open and touch his bare chest. He’s so beautifully sculpted. It makes my core clench tight with desire. “You really, really care.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You’ll do anything for me.”
“I will.”
“And you really won’t ask for anything in return.”
He reaches up and strokes his fingers across my cheek. “You’re wrong about that.”
My heart skips a beat. “What will you ask for?”
“Only you.”
I reach down and grip his belt.
What’s there to lose?
We’re already married.
He’s already so deeply burrowed into my life.
Even though I’m pissed, I feel safe with him. Safer than with anyone else in my life. Because I know?—
He’s obsessed with me. This man can’t help himself.
I unbuckle and unbutton his slacks. He lets out a low groan when I reach down and grasp his cock.
He’s so beautifully hard.
“Make me feel better,” I whisper.
His mouth crushes down to mine.
I kiss him in a frenzy as I stroke his hard shaft. Everything else becomes a blur like a fuzzy photograph. There’s only Declan, bright and centered, glowing like heaven and burning like hell. He dominates my mouth with his taste, his tongue and teeth my only focal point as he lifts me like I’m nothing and puts me down on the vanity. I yelp and lean back on my hands as he kisses my neck, moving down to my breast, his lips sucking my hard nipples as he opens my legs.
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