How Sinners Fight - Eva Ashwood Page 0,63
the cleaning fee is if there is one, it’ll be one hundred percent worth it.
Declan laughs again, and then he’s striding forward, laying me back against the cushions. His paint streaked face burns with desire as he kneels on the cushions between my legs, tugging my shirt off, then my pants. He stops to pull off his own shirt, and I bite my bottom lip as I drink in the sight of him. I’ve always had a weakness for tattoos, which is why I have so many myself, but on him? They’re like fucking kryptonite.
My clit throbs, my entire body buzzing as my greedy gaze roams over his chest and shoulders.
“Will you let me paint you sometime?” I murmur before I can stop myself.
Declan freezes. A small flush rises in his cheeks, and he gestures to the paint in his hair and on his skin. “I think you already did.”
I roll my eyes, sitting up to run my fingers over the ink on his chest. “I’m serious. I don’t do portraits very often, but I… I want to. If you’ll let me.”
His grin is dazzling, and he pushes me back down onto the soft cushions as his body settles over mine. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue tangling with mine as our bodies rock together. Then he pulls back, a smile curving his full lips.
“Sophie, I’ll let you do any-fucking-thing you want.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I lift my hips as he tugs my panties off. “Dangerous words.”
“True words.”
He kicks his pants off, shoving his boxers down with them, and the second we’re both naked, he’s draped over me again, his broad cock finding my slick entrance.
I dig my heels into his ass, and he groans as he slides inside me. His forehead rests against mine, and I pull him closer, wanting to feel every bit of his weight on top of me, every inch of him inside me. It’s like I’m starving, like I could binge on him over and over and never be satisfied.
“I knew it would be like this,” he murmurs, kissing me again as he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep. “The very first time I kissed you, I knew I needed more. Knew I’d never get enough of you.”
His words are such a close mirror to my thoughts that it makes my heart expand.
Falling in love is fucking terrifying, but it’s a little less scary when there’s someone falling right beside you.
A stupid smile pulls at my lips, but I keep kissing him through the smile. He kisses me back, driving into me as our bodies wrap around each other and we smear little streaks of paint into the couch cushions. When he slides one hand between us and finds my clit with his fingers, I go off like a rocket, arching into him and clenching my thighs around his waist as I come hard.
“That’s one,” he whispers against my skin, dragging his lips over my jawline as I shudder beneath him, little waves of pleasure still cascading through my body. “I’m going for five. At least.”
I blink up at the ceiling, too stupid from the orgasm to grasp his meaning at first.
But when he pulls out suddenly and flips me over, sliding into me again as I sprawl out on my stomach, I realize exactly what he meant. I’ve fucked Declan before, I’ve kissed him like my life depended on it—but this is our first time together, just the two of us.
And he obviously plans on making it count.
17
It’s amazing how much can happen in a week.
It’s scary how much can happen in a week. Because seven days after Declan visited my room while I was painting, I find myself sitting in my little corner studio, adding the final touches to a piece that’s one of many that will be displayed in my show next week.
My show.
The two little words make my heart do a flip inside of my chest. Turns out, Declan can be pretty damn convincing, and so can six orgasms. I still maintain that he cheated by fucking all my brain cells away before convincing me to share my pieces in a gallery show. How the hell could I keep from saying yes when I could barely remember my own name?
Once I was on board, he talked to Gray, whose family is pretty well connected in the art world.
And just like that, I have an art show coming up. Not one where I’m tucked away in some little