Sweat beaded on his forehead as the pleasure built inside him, tugging at his balls, tightening his spine. Until he could hold it back no longer. His back arched and he exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing and pleasure washed over him in waves, until finally he was done. Wrapping his hands in her silky hair, he slowed her movement, finally holding her still.
She pulled away and peered up at him, lush red lips curved into a smile. “I told you I was nice.”
Chapter Nine
As she sat back on her heels, Jess became aware of the movement of the vehicle. They must have halted at traffic lights, because now they were pulling away and picking up speed.
Declan sprawled in front of her, his clothes still in disarray, making no attempt to cover himself. “Baby, ‘nice’ doesn’t come into it.”
She licked her lips and he groaned. Again. She could still taste the saltiness of him; she’d forgotten how much she loved to take him like that. The sensation of all that masculine power under her command. Declan, usually so in control, losing it totally, coming apart for her.
A pulse beat insistently between her thighs, but she refused to give in to it. Anyway, there was no way sex in this dress in a moving car was possible, and she wasn’t getting naked with two of her men up front, even if they couldn’t see through the tinted glass. Knowing her luck, they’d get pulled over or a puncture or…
She rested her hands on his knees and pushed herself up and into the seat beside him, then hooked her long hair behind her ears. “Well, that was more fun than a stuffy charity dinner.”
Declan shifted on the seat pulling up his pants. She sighed. She liked disheveled Declan much better than Billionaire-Perfect-CEO Declan. But it was just as well, maybe she needed the reminder that he was really no different from the other guys she’d been trying to date.
As he finished zipping up his pants, he turned to her, his gaze dropping down over her body, then past her and out of the window. They were driving along the embankment now and she could make out the dark slow moving water of the river.
“You want to go for a walk?” he asked.
Suddenly she had the urge to be outside, in the fresh air and she nodded. “Why not?”
Declan pressed the intercom button and spoke quietly and a few seconds later, the car pulled up to the side of the road and came to a halt. The guard got out from the front and opened the door and she climbed out. Declan followed her and they stood for a moment. He stripped off his jacket and rested it over her bare shoulders. She hadn’t even noticed the chill air.
Peering around her into the night, she saw nothing suspicious. But she had no real worry about his safety tonight. There was no way they’d been followed; the streets were too quiet.
The city was never dark, and the streetlights reflected on the water. Declan took her arm, and they walked along beside the river, breathing in the dank, salty air. She was aware of the guard falling into step about thirty feet behind them, but she ignored his presence. She cast a sideways glance at Declan. Once again, he looked perfect, hard to believe five minutes earlier, he’d had his pants around his knees and she’d had his dick in her mouth. Now, he looked what he was: a super-successful businessman. She probably looked like a hooker he’d picked up.
Something occurred to her that was quite mind-blowing. She came to a halt as she thought it through. “You know, Rory was right.”
Declan stopped beside her and in the light from a nearby streetlamp she could see his frown. “He was?”
“Much as I hate to admit it, because I don’t like him very much, but yeah. I’d never fit into your world.”
His frown deepened, forming lines between his dark brows. “You could. You could do anything if you wanted it enough” He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and she shivered at the caress. “You certainly look the part.”
She shrugged. “I borrowed the dress. And the shoes. But really, I have no interest in dressing up. And parties and posh dinners leave me cold. If I’d managed to keep hold of you all those years ago, I’d have been bored out of my mind. No doubt I’d have done something really stupid just to liven things up, and your Mr. Perfect facade would have flown out the window.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“Hah. Come on, Declan, I’ve read up on you. You never put a foot out of place; there’s not a hint of scandal or gossip attached to you.”
“You make me sound…boring.”
She grinned. “If the cap fits….”
He took a step closer so his chest brushed against her breasts, and a tingle ran through her. Then a shiver, and she hugged his jacket around her. The night was cool, that was all. He lowered his head and his warm breath feathered across her ear. “Do you think I’m boring, Jess?”
He didn’t give her chance to answer; his hands rested on her shoulders and he gently urged her backward, until she came up against the barrier to the river. They were in the shadow of a huge pillar, and she didn’t protest as he lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss lasted only seconds but left her shaken. She cleared her throat. “I thought we were walking.”
A slow smile curved his lips, but to her shock, he slipped his hand in hers and tugged her out. She hadn’t held hands since…since the last time she had walked like this with Declan all those years ago. They hadn’t been able to be together without touching.
His palm was hot in hers, but his grip was loose. She could pull free if she wanted to, but she didn’t. They walked slowly; she couldn’t do much else in her four-inch heels.
“Why did you join the army?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Maybe I had an overwhelming urge to go and shoot things, and it seemed sensible to do it in a controlled environment.”
“Really?”
She thought for a moment. To be honest, that time in her life was a bit of a haze. She hadn’t been thinking of much at all, keeping her mind blank so as not to remember things she’d rather forget.
“I didn’t know what I wanted to do except I couldn’t face going back to school. Then I saw a recruitment ad for the army and thought why not? It seemed as good as anything.”
“And did you like it?”
“Some bits. I liked blowing things up. I liked the physical side of things, and I loved training. I even enjoyed the danger in a weird sort of way.”
“You never feel so alive as when there’s a chance you might die?”