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Chapter 43

Hannah

The woman staring back at me from the bathroom mirror has a confidence I barely recognize. Her blue and green eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed, her lips curving upward in a satisfied smile. Half-dressed in just my bra and panties, I lean closer to the mirror to check my handiwork as I brush on the last few swipes of mascara. My carefully applied makeup isn’t the only reason I’m glowing—honestly, it’s because of everything that’s happening with Declan.

For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m truly living.

I’m not super excited about going to this alumni mixer at my school tonight, even though I know it will be good for me and my career, but knowing that Declan will be there with me makes it more bearable. At least this way, while all the super ambitious people are brown nosing for jobs and networking opportunities, I’ll have someone to talk to who isn’t trying to work me for something.

As if my thoughts have summoned him, Declan appears behind me in the reflection, rolling up the sleeves of his dark dress shirt as he strides through the open bathroom door. I swallow hard at the sight. It’s such a small, everyday thing, but I find it so incredibly sexy, almost like he’s getting ready to get down to business. The way the fabric tightens around his forearms, revealing the definition of muscle beneath tanned skin, sends heat pooling low in my belly. And I can’t help thinking about him doing this same thing with me right before he tears my clothes off.

Then again, there isn’t much that I don’t find sexy about him.

He steps up behind me and rests his hands on my waist to bring his lips down to my neck, sending goosebumps scattering over me.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” he whispers against my ear, and I melt against him, my breath escaping in a soft rush. I swear, this man knows how to play me like an instrument, and even just the feeling of his mouth against my skin makes me feel like I’m catching fire from the inside out.

I spin slowly in his arms to face him, trapping my lower lip between my teeth. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I can’t hold a candle to you. No one can.”

His hands snake across my waist to the band of my panties, and he hooks his thumbs under it, teasing me and bringing a fresh wave of goosebumps to my skin. My thighs clench, but I try to shove down my arousal—because as much as I want him to take me right here and now instead of getting ready for this event, I know that can’t happen. My mother and father would be apoplectic if they found out I didn’t take advantage of a big opportunity like this to land a good job after school.

“God, I wish we didn’t have to go to this dumb mixer thing,” I groan as I sway in his arms, staring up into his brown eyes flecked with amber. There are any number of things I’d rather do with him than spend the next couple of hours rubbing elbows with rich law school alumni who are just as disinterested in being there as I am.

“You and me both,” he says before he kisses my shoulder, and I giggle as I pull it away from him and turn back to face the mirror.

“Then you probably shouldn’t be in here distracting me. I need to finish my makeup and get dressed.”

“What do you mean? You think this is distracting?” he asks and brings his lips back to the top of my spine. He kisses all the way down, a peck for each vertebrae, and sinks to his knees until his lips stop just above my tailbone. He bites the plumpness of my ass through my panties, gently but enough to get my attention, and I yelp.

He flashes me a devilish grin in the mirror as he peeks around me. “Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to distract you.”

Before I can retort, he stands and rests a hand on my lower back, gently pressing me forward against the bathroom sink. He tugs my panties down and slaps my ass, filling the bathroom with a sharp crack and making me yelp. He groans approvingly at the red mark I feel stinging in its wake and drags his fingertips across the sensitive skin.

“Look at that pretty pink handprint,” he murmurs. I suck in a stuttering breath at the intense sensation of his calloused skin dragging against mine.

Determined not to give in, I pick up one of my makeup brushes and try my best to stay focused on finishing my makeup despite him. But when he reaches around and starts massaging my clit with his fingers and the brush shakes between my fingers, I realize I’m going to make myself look like a clown if I keep trying. So I give in and set my brush down on the counter to close my eyes and breathe into the way he’s touching me. I’ll fix my makeup later.

“There you go. Good girl. Let go for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he nips at my ass again and keeps working my clit. He bites down harder on my ass cheek and then sucks gently, sliding his fingers through my folds and teasing my entrance. I’m already wet, so the first of his fingers slides in without much resistance, and as he pushes it in, he pushes my breath out with it.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, clutching the edge of the counter with both hands.

At this rate, we’re never going to get out of the house, much less make it to the event on time. But it’s hard to give a damn about any of that when he’s touching me like this and making me feel like a livewire.

“You’re fucking soaked already,” he groans. “I love how wet you get for me.”

He drags his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth in the mirror so I can watch him lick and suck my arousal off his finger. The sight of his tongue swirling around his finger sends a jolt straight to my core, and I whimper because I can barely stand the sight of it or stop thinking about his thick cock being inside me.

I don’t know how he does it, but he seems to know exactly how and where to press my buttons. Before he came in here, sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but now that he’s touching me and his body is against mine, my craving for him is the only thing I can think about—like it’s completely taken over me. No one else I’ve ever met has been able to have that kind of pull over me, and while it scares me a little bit, it also turns me on to know that he has that kind of power.

And that I’m giving it to him willingly.

We lock gazes in the mirror, and his eyes are dark with desire. “God, I want to lap you right the fuck up,” he groans, and my pussy clenches automatically.

“Then what’s taking you so long?” I challenge, the words tumbling out before I can second-guess them. But when his eyes snap to mine in the mirror again, I shudder, because I know that was a challenge he can’t resist. Hell, maybe he never had any intention of resisting it.

Without warning, he shifts around me to wedge himself between me and the counter and drops to his knees with my pussy right at his eye level. My breath catches in the back of my throat because I’m expecting him to eat me out like this, but instead, he reaches for one of my legs and starts to lift it over his shoulder.

Using the counter to steady myself, I hike one leg over his shoulder—but then he reaches for the other leg.

“Wait! What are you doing?” I ask, my heart racing a little as I try to hold myself up.

He smirks up at me, a mischievous look on his handsome features. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do. But are you sure you can hold me?”

He nods hungrily, his eyes glinting. “Positive. I’ve got you. Grab on to my shoulders.”

“What do you mean? What are you?—”

The last of my words transforms into a gasp when he throws my other leg over his shoulder. My stomach flips as I feel like I’m falling for a second, but he was right. He’s got me.

He doesn’t stop there though. When he’s sure I have a solid hold on him, he rises up to his feet, standing up straight with me resting on his shoulders and his face buried in my pussy.

Gripping me by the ass, he holds me in place there as if I weigh nothing. I’m amazed he can stand up while holding me like this, and I’m a little worried I’m going to fall off of him, but his fingers dig into my ass to hold me in place. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and shoulders, and a moan rushes out of me as his tongue explores my pussy. It feels incredible as he works his way up my folds to my clit and back, and I dig my fingers into the back of his head to keep from screaming.

When his tongue finds my clit, playing with the piercing in my hood, my head falls back as a throaty moan rolls out of me. With my eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure of it all, I bring my gaze back down and realize I can see everything happening in our reflection in the mirror. A thrill courses through me—I never knew I’d be into something like this, but holy fuck.

I can see his jaw working as he forces his tongue into me, lighting me up from the inside out as I squirm a little. I could come just like this, watching him feast on me in the mirror. But as if he can sense that I’m already getting close, he slides his tongue out of me abruptly and comes up for air, looking at me with such a ravenous expression that I feel like I’m going to turn to pure fire in his arms. His tongue traces a slow path across his lips, licking away the slickness that’s glistening on them, and he lets out a long, low groan at the taste of it.

“Fuck, I could drown in you and die happy,” he says, his voice low and thick with arousal.

It makes my back arch, pressing my pussy into his face, and he laps at me hungrily, sliding his tongue up and down my slit and teasing my entrance with the tip. Between the breath-stealing pleasure he’s giving me and the way he’s holding me, I feel weightless, like I could float away at any moment.

While I’m still completely lost in the pleasure, he starts moving, and my body jerks along with him. I let out a small gasp of surprise, still clutching his neck for stability. I don’t know how he does it without being able to see clearly, but he carefully puts one foot in front of the other to carry me out of the bathroom, making sure not to bump my head on the door frame.

“I need more. I need all of you,” he growls. “Need to spread you out and take my time.”

He steals another lick from my pussy, making me suck in a sharp breath of surprise.

At this point, he could do anything he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t object. He has me in the palms of his hands, literally and figuratively, and there’s not a single place on earth I’d rather be.

“Take whatever you want. I’m yours,” I whisper.

The words sound like they come from someone else, almost like I’m hearing them from outside myself. But that’s exactly how I know they’re some of the most honest words I’ve ever spoken to Declan or anyone else. My walls are down and so are my inhibitions, and I want him to take advantage of that. To take advantage of me.

“Be careful what you wish for, hummingbird,” he whispers against my flesh, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through me.

He gently carries me down the hall to my bedroom, where he lays me down on my back before shoving my legs apart with the kind of force of a man who knows he’s in control. With his face flushed and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, he groans and kneels between my legs.

“Much better. I need to lay you out properly so I can feast.”

Feast .

That word sends heat surging through me, the warmth spreading through my limbs chased by goosebumps. He isn’t just going to eat me out, he’s going to make it a full meal—and I’m the only thing on the menu.

“Please,” I whimper, arching toward him. “Make me come, Declan. Fuck…”

Gripping my thighs to hold them open, he smirks and slowly lowers his head between my legs. I feel each of his breaths gusting over my skin, and when his tongue finds my clit again, something inside me snaps, making me cry out loudly.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he murmurs against me between flicks of his tongue, “so wet and sweet for me.”

He works me closer and closer to the edge, following my cues as I arch beneath him and tug at his hair. But he’s so in tune with my body that he seems to know just when to stop to keep me from flying right off the cliff, and he switches up his techniques every few minutes, keeping me guessing about what’s coming next.

Eventually, I get so worked up that it doesn’t matter what he does anymore. My toes curl and my head falls back as I feel my entire body start to clench—but just as I’m about to fall apart, he pulls his head back and glances at the clock on my nightstand.

“Oops, we’re out of time. We’d better get moving.”

I make a startled noise, then lift my head to blink at him in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m sure you don’t want to be late for this thing.” He smirks, his lips still glistening with my arousal. “It’s important to be punctual, right?”

I stare at him, my mind reeling as echoes of the pleasure he was just giving me continue coursing through me and my brain tries to make sense of what’s happening.

“You can’t just… leave me hanging like this,” I protest, my voice breathy with need.

The smirk on his face shifts to an exaggerated look of mock seriousness, although his eyes glint with heated amusement.

“Sorry, hummingbird. Come on. We’ve got to get moving,” he says, clearly enjoying my frustration. He reaches for my legs, trying to pull me toward him and off the bed, but I bat his hands away.

“Wait, are you really not gonna let me come after all that?”

He lifts one muscled shoulder in an easy shrug and gets to his feet. “Nope.” He plucks my panties from his back pocket where I didn’t even realize he’d stashed them and twirls them around one of his fingers a few times. “Not right now anyway. But don’t worry. It’ll happen at some point tonight, so you won’t be needing these.”

I watch, dumbstruck, as he stuffs my panties back into his pocket. He’s not kidding. He’s really going to leave me hanging on the edge like this. And the worst part? As much as it pisses me off, it’s kind of turning me on at the same time. When I said that Declan has all of this power over me, I meant it, but I never expected him to use it like this.

And fuck, I think I like it .

But I’m feeling so frustrated, sexually and otherwise, that I have half a mind to finish myself off and make him watch.

The thought of touching myself while his dark eyes drink in every movement sends another rush of heat surging between my thighs. But I know from the intensity in his gaze that two can play this game—and honestly, part of me is already addicted to the delicious torture. So I decide to give in and play along. As much as I crave the release that’s building inside me like a gathering storm, I know that waiting will only make the eventual explosion that much more powerful.

“You’re going to pay for this torture later,” I tell him, then walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs to grab my dress off the back of the door where it’s hanging. He follows and takes the dress from me to unzip it, holding it out for me to step into.

His fingers brush against my skin as I lift and slide one leg through the dress, and my breath hitches because I feel myself growing wetter just from that. But I’m not about to let him see how crazy he’s making me, so I suck in a determined breath and step my other leg through the dress.

“I’m counting on it,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye as he pulls the dress up over my body and zips it for me. He’s not wrong about the time though, so I check to make sure my makeup didn’t get messed up while we were fooling around, wipe off the streak of setting powder on my cheek and apply a few finishing touches, then we head out together.

We take my car, but Declan offers to drive. As we make our way down the streets of Denver, my pussy is still throbbing, and I can’t stop myself from squirming in the passenger seat. He catches it out of the corner of his eye and looks over to smirk at me.

“A little turned on, huh?”

“I can’t decide if I want to kill you or fuck you senseless,” I mutter, shifting in my seat again.

He takes my hand in his and mercifully rests them both on his leg instead of mine. I don’t think I could handle him touching me in any remotely sexual way right now.

But he must know that it’s still on my mind, because when he parks the car at the venue a few minutes later, he pulls me against him as we walk toward the entrance, letting me feel how hard he is against my hip.

“Just wait until I get you home tonight, hummingbird,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”