Lust Thy Neighbor (14 page)

"Sorry." Her face was bright red and she wanted to find a graceful way to get the hell out of his sight before she embarrassed herself any further.

He shook his head and grinned. "And I thought you were all proper and shy."

Proper and shy? She recoiled, a deep scowl forming on her face. "Why would you think that?" She hated that image of herself. “That's not me."

He soaped up another dish and dropped it into the water to rinse. "I'm beginning to see that."

"Don't put me up on a pedestal, Declan." Her voice sounded short, even to her.

"Did I hit a nerve?" He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her. She responded by lifting her chin.

"Maybe."

He concentrated on washing the remaining dishes and she watched him in silence. After they were all clean and placed into the rack to dry, he wiped his hands on a dishtowel and caged her in against the counter with his arms and body. "So if I told you I've had fantasies of sneaking into your house in the dead of night, crawling into your bed, and waking you up by kissing you here—” He stroked the pad of his thumb over the zipper of her jeans and she gasped. “—you wouldn't faint on me or push me away?"

She shook her head.
Who am I kidding? Of course I’d faint if he kissed me there. 
"Nope,” she answered.

He gave her an incredulous look and narrowed his deep brown eyes. "And what about if I told you I fantasize about taking you in my shower?" His voice dropped, low and sexy, rasping against her splintering nerves. "What if I told you I want to take you upstairs right now, soap your skin and hold you against the spray of the hot water as I fucked you?"

She started to breathe heavily, her pulse beating erratically.

He leaned closer to her, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered roughly, "Can you imagine that? You're going to be tight—god, I know you’ll be tight—but you'd be wet for me, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

Her chest heaved. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too enclosed. And he felt too big leaning close to her like he was. She wanted to step back and reestablish some personal space. She also wanted to pull him closer and climb onto him.

"Yes" was her breathless answer to his question. She bobbed her head up and down in spite of the shiver coursing through her. “Yes, Declan, I would be.”

Hell, she
was
already.

"Would you come for me if I took my time with you?” He cupped her face, feathering his fingers over her cheeks. “And I am gonna take my time tasting every inch of you. Are you going to taste as sweet as your kisses?"

Violet clenched his biceps; she felt her nails sink into his shirt and his skin, leaving little half-moon indentations against his olive complexion. "Declan...."

"Are the brownies ready?" Jacob popped into the kitchen and opened the oven door with a pair of potholders that he grabbed from the drawer.

Winking, Declan turned away from her to turn back to the sink, scrubbing viciously at a pan with a brush. Violet couldn't make herself move; she was rooted to the floor. She was still breathing hard and could hear her blood roaring in her ears.

“Want one?" Jacob offered her his plate, which was piled with three sinfully looking chocolate concoctions.

She couldn't do anything but shake her head.

"Declan, what about you?"

He didn't turn to face his brother. "No," he answered in a rough, hard voice that made the juncture of Violet’s thighs clench. "Go enjoy them."

She could see Jacob shooting Declan a curious glance but instead of sticking around, he shrugged and went back out into the living room. A minute later, sounds of a crime scene drama being blasted on the surround sound filled the silence.

Declan threw down the soapy brush and snatched her up in his arms. His mouth dropped to her shoulder and his teeth teased her sensitive skin. "God, I've got to be in you soon or I'm going to explode."

Her core tightened. "I know what you mean."

"Tell me I can come over tonight.” He kissed her lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth without warning. This kiss wasn't gentle or tender. It was demanding and passionate, and left her lightheaded and needing more.

"Can you do that?" she moaned against his lips, tilting her head to one side to grant him further access. "What about Jake?"

He made a noise in the back of his throat and squeezed her ass. "I’ll come after he goes to bed." His grin turned devilish. "You'll see."

"Use the key I leave out for Jacob when he walks Bear."

He nodded and kissed her again. She felt his body tighten and respond and she could hardly wait. "I'll be over around one o'clock."

"Alright."

His fingers brushed her lower back, sneaking their way past the waistband of her jeans to touch the elastic of her panties. "Jesus, Vi." He sucked in a breath. “A thong? Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

She felt deliciously wicked listening to him speak to her like that. No one had ever talked dirty to her. All of her past lovers had treated her like she was made from porcelain. She didn't want that from Declan. She wanted hard and sweaty and dirty. "Are we going to have sex with the lights off?" she whispered.

He raised a brow at her off-the wall question. "Tonight?"

She blushed. "Yeah."

"Maybe, since it'll already be dark out. It'll be interesting, feeling my way around." A slow grin stretched his face. "But in the morning? Hell no. I'm gonna open up your shutters and watch you come with the sunrise."

Her legs felt shaky. "The morning?" she squeaked.

He moved his head up and down. "You didn't think I'd be done after just one time with you, did you?"

D
eclan quietly opened Jacob's bedroom door to find his brother flat on his stomach, snoring lightly. Beside him, Bear was snuggled up on the pillow, curled into a ball. Declan smiled and went in to pull up the blankets to cover Jacob's shoulders before closing the door firmly behind him.

He slipped out of the house and jogged next door. He fished around under the ceramic cat and inserted the key, feeling the tumblers click into place. Violet's house was silent and he wondered if she'd fallen asleep. He had been practically climbing the walls as he waited for Jacob to go to bed.

Declan locked the door behind him, toed off his shoes, and went up the stairs, imagining her stretched out asleep. He'd go to her and wake her up with his mouth—first on her lips and then down her throat, on her breasts. He'd undress her slowly, savoring all the sights and sounds of her. He felt himself go rock hard just thinking about skimming his hands over her curvy body.

He thought about her room and imagined what he would find. A large bed with some ornate, lacy bedding? A mountain of pillows that she stacked every night before she sank down into them? Was it romantic or standard? Girly pinks, cheery yellows, or deep, bold tones that matched that sexy perfume she wore on their first date?

When he reached the top of the landing, he heard a soft moan. He turned to the master bedroom to find that the door had been cracked, left slightly ajar for him. He crept forward on silent feet to investigate. Was she dreaming?

He heard another low moan and then a breathless sigh. Intrigued, he pushed the door open a fraction more to find Violet spread out across her bed, the covers over her, shielding her body from view. But he didn't need to see to know that she was touching herself. Her eyes were closed and she hadn't noticed him yet.

From beneath the covers, he could see and hear her restless hips moving up and down. Her bottom lip was caught firmly between her straight white teeth and he decided he wanted to bite that lip with his own teeth. He didn't make a sound, just watched her continue to pleasure herself. Her breathing sped up, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

"Declan...." she whispered, and he couldn’t stop himself. He had to answer.

“Hmm?”

She suddenly shot straight up, her body bowing forward and her eyes flew open to see him leaning lazily against the wall by her door. "Declan! Oh my god, I can—”

"Don't stop." He approached her bed, stripping off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, tugging down the covers slowly, inch by inch. “Whatever you do, sweetheart, don’t fucking stop what you're doing.”

“Wait,
what
?”

"I want to watch you touch your pussy, Violet," he said, his voice rough and heavy with want. “I want to see you come and then I want to feel you for myself.”

She scrambled to retrieve the blankets, yanking against his grip until he let go. She pulled the comforter all the way up to her chin and watched with huge blue eyes as he crawled closer to her.

“Why?” she croaked. “Why do you want to watch?”

"Because that was the single sexiest moment I’ve ever experienced in my life." He leaned over her and she felt his warm, minty breath massage her neck as he carefully tugged the comforter down a couple inches. "Watching you touch yourself." He slid the covers past her breasts. "Hearing you moan." He kissed her, his tongue peeking out to taste hers as he pulled the blankets down yet another few inches. "Hearing you say my name.”

A moment later, she realized that the blankets were pooled around her hips and she shivered as she felt his warm hand on her thigh. "Oh god, Declan...."

"Did you finish?" He kicked the blankets off the bed and even in the dark, she could see his dark eyes burning into hers. "Did you come just thinking of me?"

Yes. She shifted her body below his, feeling the evidence of his arousal against her stomach. The hand on her thigh moved even closer to her sex, and she sucked a harsh breath through her clenched teeth.

"If I touched you right now, would you be wet for me?"

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’m already wet for you.” She gulped down the fear in the back of her throat then held her breath when his knuckles skimmed over the same spot her fingers had just touched.

He made a low noise and dropped his gaze between them. “Do you know how turned on I am right now knowing you got like
this
just thinking about me?”

His words gave her a jolt of bravery and she touched his chin, bringing his gaze back to hers. “Take off your pants."

"Are you sure?" he asked, and she nodded.

She smiled, nodded so fervently the mattress squeaked. "Do you have—?"

"My last physical's blood test came back clean and it's been a while for me, but I brought protection." Pulling them of his pocket, he tossed them onto her nightstand. Some bounced off onto the floor, drawing her attention down to the foil packets.

"How many did you bring?"

"Five or six."

"Holy hell, what are you trying to do to me?” she demanded breathlessly, as he stood up and shrugged out of his pants.

“We don't have to use them all tonight.” The corner of his mouth quirked as he stared down at her. “Unless you want to.”

"Nympho." She rose up on her elbow to sneak a peak of him once he was fully naked. After he stepped out of his boxers, he turned back to her and she looked away quickly, her cheeks flushed.

He grinned. "Are you blushing?" He reached over to tilt up her chin. She met his eyes fearlessly but didn't dare let her gaze travel any lower. "Take a look, Violet," he persuaded her softly.

She did. And he took her breath away. Oh wow.

He padded away and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. "Where are you going?"

"I change my mind about what I said earlier.” He flipped the light switch on, then adjusted the dimmer. “I've got to see you the first time we're together." Coming back to the bed, he cupped her face in his hands. "I want to see every inch of you, you understand?”

She swallowed, knowing what he'd see and unsure of his reaction. Her waist was tiny, which she liked about herself, but she had always felt that her hips were large. And she had small boobs. But when he reached out to peel her clothes from her body, she didn’t stop him.

"Your skin is perfect," he murmured. She felt his rough fingers trace the curve of one breast and she moaned. "God, you’re beautiful."

Her heart sputtered and skipped a beat as he laid her back on the pillows. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Hell, I approve of everything about you.” He touched his tongue to her belly button, grinning wickedly when she bucked against him. He held her firmly in place. "Relax, sweetheart.”

He was going drunk on her taste, her scent, the feel of her soft skin. He wanted everything from this woman. Then he wanted seconds. And thirds.

When he brought his lips back up to hers, he felt her hand circle his erection and move slowly up and down, tentatively at first and then more frantic. “In a hurry?”

She licked her lips and nodded, and he wondered how he ever mistook her for shy. He rolled onto his side, his head lying next to hers on the pillow. Pushing his hand between her legs, he found her clit and squeezed softly until she was gasping and tightening her grip on his erection.

When he had her trembling and on the verge of a climax, he drew away, kissing his way down to her breasts, flicking the tip of his tongue over one nipple until it tightened.

"Declan, please," she gasped. “Please.”

"Please what?" He licked her other nipple, tugging and blowing and kissing until her head was thrown back and she writhed against his hand.

"Please!" She released a desperate breath. "Please just ... fuck me." The last two words were whispered, and he found himself nodding.

"That’s it, sweetheart." He quickly grabbed a condom and unrolled it onto himself. Gripping her hips, he tugged her up, her bent knees spread apart. "Arch your back," he ordered.

"What?" She seemed dazed.

"Just do it." His hands pressed against her lower back so her weight rested on her feet and shoulder blades. "It'll be perfect, I promise."

He knelt on the bed and positioned himself against her sex. When he felt her wet heat suck in just the tip, he groaned. As he pushed in further, he felt her body shudder around his.

"Holy, fuck," he groaned as her hands restlessly gripped at the sheets, her knuckles going white. She bucked her hips toward his, and that was the only signal he needed to press forward.