Arrow to the Heart: A Cupid Romance

Chapter 44

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The past fifteen minutes have been a whirlwind of emotion. To be fair, it was probably my mistake to confess my feelings to Declan when I knew he was a bit love-phobic. I only realized my mistake when the color slowly drained from his face and he started hyperventilating.

Okay, that was my bad.

But Declan Saint-James sure does love to keep me on my toes, because then he showered me with sweet words, kissed the hell out of me, and carried me to the bedroom.

He tosses me onto the bed and his eyes run over my body like he's trying to figure out which part of me to devour first. He's on top of me in one swift motion, and starts to kiss a line downward from my neck.

He makes his way to my stomach, planting a soft kiss on the sliver of bare skin between my top and my skirt. Dec slides his hands up my thighs, bunching the skirt fabric up around my hips. He slips my panties down around my ankles, then kisses and nibbles at my thighs. When his lips meet my core, I gasp and my fingernails dig into the mattress.

My brain is struggling to process all of this.

I don't know what possessed me to drop the L-bomb on Dec. I knew he was sensitive about the topic, but my mouth just spoke before my brain had a chance to catch up.

Part of me is hurt that he didn't say it back, but deep down, I don't need specific words. I just want to know that I matter to him. And if his way of showing it is throwing me on the bed and diving between my thighs, I'm certainly not going to complain.

Oh holy–

Stars dot the edges of my vision as he alternates between sucking and swirling his tongue.

Okay, yep. If this is how he wants to express his feelings, I am extremely okay with that.

He lets out a combination of a growl and a moan that sends vibrations directly through my core.

"Bree..." he says, his voice low and breathless. "Fuck, Bree."

He licks up my center like a man dying of thirst, moaning as he does. He laps at a leisurely pace, taking his time as I squirm and buck beneath him. Heat crawls up my spine and spreads through my limbs, and my whole body tenses with orgasm. My vision sheets white and my skin tingles all over.

When I come down from my high, Dec is still going, his tongue and lips just skimming over my sensitive center.

"Dec, I..." I lift my head up just slightly. "You can stop, I..."

"I know baby." He keeps kissing and licking between his words. "I'm not done. Let me show you, Kitten. I want to show you how I feel about you. I'm not stopping until you understand—until you know."

I let my head fall back onto the bed.

Who am I to argue with that?

*****

Several orgasms later, I collapse in a heap against the bed. My hair is tousled and damp with sweat, my limbs are slack, and I'm panting like I just ran ten miles.

Wow.

Dec lays down next to me and wraps an arm around me. I lay my cheek against his chest and listen to his heartbeat for a moment. He palms his jeans, adjusting his erection.

"Do you want me to-"

"No," he interjects. "That was just for you. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I have yet to die from a hard-on."