“Good security,” he noted.
She nodded. “It makes me feel safe. I’m more used to this kind of living than Manhattan.”
“That’s why I like where I live. It’s not the city. I don’t know how Gabe and Isabelle do it.” He preferred grass and trees to sidewalks and crowds.
“To each his own, I guess.”
She parked in a numbered spot, then popped the trunk so he could retrieve his bag. In silence, they walked inside. Up till now, the conversation had been benign, but he sensed her wariness. He understood that her allowing him to visit was a big deal. He respected it. But he didn’t want distance between them. Not when just watching her made him hard. And as they walked up two flights instead of taking the elevator, he couldn’t tear his gaze from her curvy hips, her lush ass, or her sexy sway as she moved.
By the time he stepped into her place, he caught a light floral scent, saw the sunlight bounce off her hair from a row of windows, and he was done.
But when she turned to face him, her brown eyes were wide with a hint of uncertainty, something he didn’t want between them. They’d fallen into the dangerous waters of a relationship, and that scared her. She needed to feel safe with him again, and he knew just how to get her in the right frame of mind.
He dropped his bag and crooked a finger. A demand, not a question. She walked toward him in silence. Submission in the bedroom was something she understood. And craved. And that was what he could give her, at least until she dropped the rest of her walls and let him in completely.
His being here was progress. He needed to make more.
He toed off his sneakers and stepped toward her.
“Undress me,” he said.
Her eyes flashed with understanding and desire. A small grin lifting her lips, she raised his shirt, letting her soft hands touch his sides as she pulled the fabric up and over his head. Instead of tossing it to the floor, she folded it carefully and laid the tee shirt on a nearby table.
She glanced at his chest and met his gaze, a question in the chocolate depths. He nodded, and she placed both palms against the bared skin on his shoulders, searing him with her touch. Something he’d needed and denied himself for too long.
Slowly, she caressed him, making her way south. She outlined muscles he didn’t know he had. Then she paused to let her fingers play with his ni**les, teasing and tormenting him until his c**k was rigid against his jeans and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Enough.”
A satisfied smile lifted her lips as she began working her fingers downward. She slipped them into the waistband of his jeans, a quick tease before she undid the button, then hooked a fingertip into his boxer briefs and slid the denim over his straining erection. Pulled them down his legs. He kicked them out of the way. Once again, she bent down, retrieved his pants to fold them with care before piling them on top of his shirt.
She walked back and knelt in front of him. When she licked her lips, his heart nearly beat out of his chest. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but it was obviously what she wanted. And when she reached out and cupped his c**k in her smooth hands, he’d have given her anything she asked for.
Her grip was soft as she ran her fingers over his length.
“Harder.”
She nodded, but before following instructions, she leaned in and swiped her tongue along his straining shaft. The pleasure from that fleeting touch was almost enough to make him come, but she wasn’t finished, making sure to lubricate him with her mouth before gripping him harder in her hand and pumping more steadily.
He swore out loud. “God, you’re going to kill me,” he muttered.
Big brown eyes glanced up at him, amusement and sheer desire in the depths, before she broke contact and refocused on her task. Instead of keeping up the pressure with her talented hands, she gripped his thighs and sucked him between her glistening lips.
She swirled her tongue over and around his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. With a groan, he grasped her hair, pulling hard as he thrust in and out of her willing mouth.
Her low groan told him she liked the bite of erotic pain he’d applied. In fact, she worked at him eagerly, licking, sucking, moaning around him, the vibrations sending him to another plane of pleasure. She accepted all of him, his c**k hitting the back of her throat with each pass through her lips.
He’d worry about hurting her except she was obviously as into it as he was, her soft moans only serving to bring him closer to the brink.
Light flashed behind his eyes as pleasure and Amanda consumed him. His body drew tight, and when she swallowed around him, he was done for. He came without thought of pulling out, and considering the eager way she swallowed every last bit, he had nothing to worry about.
Except when he came to himself and glanced down, he realized her hand was beneath her skirt and she was obviously taking care herself. Though his legs were shaking, he was still the one in control here, and she needed to know it.
He grasped her beneath her arms and pulled her up until they were nose to nose.
“What?” she asked with a too-cute pout, clearly annoyed he’d interrupted her.
“Let’s get something straight.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Your orgasms are my job.” He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bedroom?” he asked.
She had a pleased expression on her face, her lips turned upward in a grin, and she pointed toward the back of the apartment.
He still hadn’t taken the time to really look at where she lived, and he didn’t stop to do it now, striding toward the open door with one wriggling, aroused woman in his arms.
He stepped into her bedroom and deposited her on the bed. His first thought was that she had to get a king-sized mattress if he was going to stay here often. Knowing how fired up that comment would make her, he kept it to himself.
He laid her on the bed, and Amanda had never felt so wanton or decadent. She’d never had a half-naked man in her bedroom standing over her, waiting to do God knows what either. But Decklan had walked in and taken over.
And though she normally called the shots in her daily life, she loved the ability he had to make her not think. In fact, since they’d gotten together, she’d stopped focusing on herself and her issues altogether, something she hadn’t realized but dawned on her now. He really got her in a way no one had. And she was beginning to wish she could keep him without hurting Brad in the process.
The thought would have had her pulling back, but Decklan was ahead of her, as usual. “Eyes on me, baby.”