Chapter 9

chapter

nine

I must wake up only a short while later because it’s still dark outside, snow continuing to fall across the streetlights in thick sheets. Declan is no longer next to me.

My need to use the bathroom gives me an excuse to try and find him. After a quick look around, he’s nowhere in sight, so I slide a book off a romance shelf to read for a little bit. Maybe this will settle my mind and help me go back to sleep. For a little while, I’m lost in the pages of a book that I’ve had on my ‘to be read’ pile for ages.

“What are you reading?”

My entire body jumps, and the book flies out of my hands. Declan leans against the reading room doorway, a satisfied smirk on his face and shirt tragically back on. Of course, since the universe hates me, it flies right into his foot.

“Oh, you don’t want to read that,” I rush, trying to get it back from him, but he snatches it from the floor before I can get a hold on it.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He winks at me, thumb flipping through the pages. Why did I think it was a good idea to read a smutty book with him here? It’s already hard for me to focus with him this close to me, but now he’s going to see how sex-crazed I really am.

You know what, who cares what I read. I’m a grown ass woman, and smutty books make me happy.

Declan’s breathing grows more shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he flips through the pages. “This is interesting.”

“Interesting, how?”

“Let’s see,” he says, and just those two words are filled with heat. “On this page, a man seems to be doing something quite scandalous to a woman in a library.”

Shit, of all of the scenes for him to find, it just had to be the librarian getting eaten out by the gargoyle Viscount in the stacks of a Victorian era library.

“Is this what you think about when you’re working in the library late at night? Are you waiting for someone to touch you like this?” My heart beats like a damn drum in a marching band. Thighs clenching together in search of some friction, my entire body is practically on fire.

My eyelids slowly close— his warm breath fans my ear. “Do you need me, lass? Do you need my tongue on that pretty pussy of yours?”

Words escape me. All I can do is whimper, and my head nods on its own.

Declan nips at the side of my neck before soothing it with his sensual tongue. “Use your words,” he purrs.

“Yes, I need you,” I reply, breathless. That’s all the encouragement he needs. He captures my lips in a searing kiss that has my toes curling. This is what people mean when they say that one kiss can change everything. His shockingly soft lips devour my own, as his tongue teases the seam of my lips, a silent request for me to open for him which I’m more than happy to do. He explores my mouth, pulling soft moans from me.

Declan pulls away, looking around the room. A grin spreads across his face at the ladder further down the stacks.

Am I in smut-loving heaven right now?

Rising to his feet, he pulls me up with him. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any hesitation.

“Yes.”

Suddenly, Declan’s hands engulf my waist, and he swiftly picks me up and places me on one of the middle rungs in the ladder. These displays of strength has my core aching to be filled. I’ve been plus sized my entire life, and always get a thrill whenever a partner carries me. His impressive bulge presses against my stomach as he peels my nightie from my body, the heap of fabric pooling to the floor. My ass doesn’t fully fit on the ladder, but Declan quickly remedies this by wrapping one of my thighs around his waist.

This may be the most erotic moment of my life, having this rugged man losing control like this. His chest rises and falls rapidly with his heavy breathing, and his hands shake as he tries to rein himself in.

“Tell me what you want. What do you need?”

“You,” I pant.

“Tell me exactly what you want, or this stops right now,” he demands, a blazing heat in his eyes.

Fuck this, I’m not some shy Victorian wallflower. “I need your mouth on my pussy right now. I need you to make me come. I want to scream your name.”

His eyes become hooded at my words. “See, that wasn’t so hard. I think you deserve a reward.” With that, he slowly lowers himself, kneeling on the floor so his face is level with my dripping core.

The warmth of his hands sends a shiver down my spine as he slowly works them over my hips, stopping at the thin scrap of black lace that is the only remaining barrier between us.

“These are lovely, but they’re covering what’s mine.” His gaze never waivers from my thighs. Lifting my hips, he throws the panties behind us, and I try to make a mental note to find them before some unsuspecting patron finds them hanging on a shelf.

“Listen carefully. Put your hands above your head—hold onto the shelf,” he demands, running his palms across my damp inner thighs. “If you let go, I stop.”

My mind is overwhelmed with lust. I’d give this man anything at this moment just to feel his touch. I usually don’t like being told what to do in bed, but something about the low growl and fuck-me eyes have me ready to do whatever I’m told.

“Did you hear me, Hannah?” he asks. I was so lost in thought that I forgot to answer.

“Yes, my hands stay on the shelf or you stop. Now, please make me feel good.”

Declan moves below me for a moment, and that’s when I notice that he has the book I was reading in his hand.

“Give me one moment to double check. We need to make sure that this is as accurate as possible.” He smirks, skimming the page. “I get why you read these books now. They’re very educational. Now, let’s see if I can top this Viscount lad.”His lips gently skate across my inner thighs like a whisper. Each kiss brings him closer and closer to where my body screams for attention. With the first pass of his tongue, my back arches and my thighs clench around either side of his head.

Each expert swipe of his tongue brings me closer and closer to the edge. A tight knot forms in my stomach. An orgasm is within my reach when he suddenly pulls back.

“No,” I whimper. “My hands never left the shelf.” My hips lift on their own, searching for the relief I desperately need.

“You are doing beautifully, mo ghràidh. However, I’ve waited months to have you like this, and I plan to take my time. Stay right here.”

My eyes widen as he disentangles himself and walks away. Is he really going to leave me like this? I almost stand up to find him when he reappears with the leftover bowl of icing in his hands from the cookie decorating.

He places the cold metal bowl in my lap. The freezing temperature leaves a trail of goosebumps. In one smooth move, he removes his plaid button down shirt and stands before me with all of his defined, delicious muscles on display. Every single part of him is green perfection.

“Did you leave me here so that you could get a snack, or do you have a plan for this?” I tease, eyeing the bowl of snow white icing.

“I do have a bit of a sweet tooth,” he replies, dipping his finger into the icing before popping it into his mouth and sucking it clean. His snaking tongue is longer than any man I’ve ever been with, and I can’t help but flash back to how good it felt on my pussy.

“Why don’t you have a taste?” He dips two of his fingers back into the bowl and offers them to me.

I welcome his fingers into my mouth, relishing in the small bit of control he’s granted me, and run my tongue slowly over each finger. His breath hitches as I start to suck on his delicious skin, my head bobbing up and down like I’m giving the best blow job of my life. The combination of sweet icing and a flavor that’s so uniquely him floods my senses and has me begging for more. I pull my head back and release his fingers with a pop, slowly licking my lips while locking onto his warm brown eyes.

Declan looks like he wants to devour me, and I am more than happy to oblige. “Stand up,” he requests, taking the bowl of icing from my lap.

Faster than I’ve ever moved, my feet hit the floor as I stand to display myself to him. Declan’s eyes travel over my body, taking in each and every curve, stretch mark, and cellulite. His appreciative gaze makes me feel like a damn goddess that he’s eager to worship. My self-confidence was already at a personal high, but now it skyrockets.

I start to drop to my knees, ready to finally get a taste of troll dick, when Declan’s hands stop me and place me back on the ladder. “Today is about you, and only you, Hannah. There will be plenty of time in the future for what you have in mind. Now, stay right there while I have dessert.”

Thank Goddess—I need this man’s hands on me right now. My back against the wooden ladder, my anticipation skyrockets.

“These breasts might be the most delectable sight I’ve ever seen. They’re missing something though.” With two fingers in the icing, he paints each nipple with a thick layer. “That’s much better,” he mutters to himself. Without another word, Declan maintains eye contact as he extends his sinfully long tongue, lowers his head to my breast, and laps the icing into his mouth. A soft gasp leaves my lips as his talented tongue makes my back arch trying to get closer.

“You are truly delicious,” he says in between strokes of his tongue. My eyes close, allowing myself to be devoured. Each deliberate swirl against my center takes my breath away, and breathy moans leave my lips.

“I need to touch you,” I whine.

He chuckles softly, warming my overly sensitive skin with his breath. “Ask nicely and I might let you move.”

“Please, let me touch you. I promise I’ll behave.” My fists clench as I try to keep my hands still.

“Touch me,” he growls.

My arms immediately drop and wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. I run my fingers through his hair, and his dark curls are insanely soft. He gives a contented purr, like a cat, and nuzzles my now-clean breast, his short beard tickling my skin.

I giggle softly into his hair. Someone likes having their hair played with. I kiss the top of his head and place a palm on his warm cheek, his beard hairs tickling my fingers. I swear, facial hair makes every man hotter. That’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

Declan gets back to work on my other breast, licking it clean of frosting as I leisurely run my hands through his hair and over his muscular shoulders. Electricity courses through my veins, each of my nerve endings lit up from his ministrations. I haven’t even had an orgasm, yet my body feels like jello.

“You’ve been patient enough. Let me take care of that pretty pussy of yours.” Declan shifts his body and moves one of my legs to his shoulder. I’m spread wide for him, my core drenched after his leisurely exploration of my breasts.

“I want to hear every moan, Hannah. I want everyone in this town to hear you scream my name, and know that it's me that’s making you feel satisfied. Scream for me, mo ghràidh.”

That glorious tongue of his should have country songs written about it. The first swipe has me on fire. He laps at me like a man on a mission. Finally, he gives my clit the attention it so desperately needs, alternating between firm circles and sucking. One final suck and my mouth opens on a silent scream as my entire body shatters.

I come down from the most earth-shaking orgasm, and thankfully, Declan is there to catch me from the ladder, cradling me in his warm arms. I snuggle into his chest and find that it’s hard to keep my eyes open.

Glancing towards him, my eyes hooded, he’s cleaning up the frosting bowl and heading to the staff lunch room in the back. He returns shortly with a damp cloth, leisurely running it across my ultra sensitive core to clean me up. What a gentleman.

Then, I’m lifted into his strong arms and carried back over to the reading nook. Declan carefully lowers me down to our makeshift nest, placing one of the plush blankets over my naked body. His warmth on my back as he holds me makes me feel safe. I nod off to sleep with a smile on my face and my heart full.