As Dex approached, a breathtakingly intense look on the chiseled planes of his face, I hustled backward.
Still his scent caught up to me—woodsy, masculine, mouthwatering—and my legs bumped against the bed.
Then his voice emerged, silky deep and seductive. “Wanna know what I did last night when I got home?”
I swallowed harshly, not daring to speak; my voice probably didn’t work anymore anyway.
A dirty smirk crossed his perfect lips. “I got my big cock out and edged it over and over. Got so fucking hard, the veins were throbbing and my balls were heavy.” He roamed ever closer while I remained spellbound by his crude words. “I lubed it up nice and slick, so fuckin’ thick in my hand.”
A needy-sounding whimper parted my lips, lips I licked before sinking my teeth into the trembling flesh.
Something hot and tumultuous swept through my belly, making my pulse flutter, spreading liquid fire right to my core.
“Was thinking about you the whole time,” he murmured in his dark, hypnotic voice.
My breath expelled in a rush. “Declan . . .”
My inner thighs clenched when his cobalt eyes almost glowed in recognition of a helplessly aroused woman.
“Oh yeah, darlin’. You like that, don’t you? Like me thinking about your smoke-show of a body? Those nice big tits.”
The tight tingling spread to my nipples, and my body arched as if I was shoving my breasts toward him.
He was so close now, heat poured off him.
I dropped down onto the bed when my knees gave out.
Watching me, his lids half-mast, he thumbed open the final buttons on his jeans.
Pure fire ignited me when he started lowering those faded Levis. He was slow about it, undressing in a teasing sexual manner that had me breathless, pining, panting, aching.
Then he stood there in nothing but pure white briefs crammed full of thick hard cock.
My god, he was so large that the waistband couldn’t even lay flat against his body. The briefs looked ready to burst from his enormous erection, his balls two big full orbs crushed into the crotch, the head large and clearly visible because he was leaking so much precum the material became transparent around the thick flared crown.
I knew without doubt he was telling me the truth, every word of it. He’d wanted me so much he’d stroked that thick hard stalk of flesh thinking about me.
I’d never experienced such pure, potent passion. Never been on the receiving end of this level of desire, and it made me combust.
He hadn’t even kissed me. Hadn’t so much as touched me.
He’d aroused me to a shivering mass simply by speaking of his dark wants in such a deep, guttural voice.
And still he continued. “You got me so fuckin’ hard just wondering what color your nipples are, Ivy. Fisting my aching cock and kneading my loaded balls and imagining burying my head between your thighs, tasting that juicy pussy.”