His little brother, Connor, was a riot, a spitting image of his brother, only leaner and gawkier, but still adorable. I had no problem with him tagging along when Declan brought me around to meet his friends and show me where he grew up. He filled me in on the things Declan wasn’t so willing to admit, like which of his friends were dicky, and which ones were alright. His character assessments were dead-on and I liked that he liked me enough to give me fair warning.
I could tell that Declan was happy to be home with his little brother and Connor was equally thrilled that Declan decided to come home for spring break, even if he did drag along his new girlfriend. Connor never made me feel like an intruder. In fact, I was one of the boys by the end of the visit. Connor even had me re-addicted to Mad Libs. His parting gift to me was a grocery bag full of new editions of the game. Instead of unpacking my suitcase when we got back on campus, I ransacked the bag, and pulled out Mad Libs: College Edition. Not something Declan is so happy about as I ignore him on my dorm room bed, tangling his hands in my hair.
“I need a noun.”
Declan animatedly rolls his eyes. “Enough with the Mad Libs, Mia. Didn’t you get your fill with Connor?”
Obviously Declan is unaware of my addictive personality. He’s lucky his brother wasn’t into beer pong. Instead of asking Declan for nouns and adjectives, I would be lining up red cups on my desk, asking him to lob the little white ball.
He flings the Mad Libs across the room and pins me down underneath him on the bed. “There is one particular noun that is in desperate need of your attention. Would you care to oblige?”
I play along, acting as innocent as possible. “Person, place or thing?”
“Thing. A very hard, excited, thing.”
It’s no surprise that Declan wants to take advantage of my roommate’s absence. We didn’t have much alone time back home and I’m sure he’s itching for some physical contact the same way I am. My skin always craves his sensual touch. In the last six months, we’ve had plenty of alone time to cover all the bases. And boy did I love covering those bases. Fooling around with Declan always left me wondering two things: how the hell is he still a virgin and how much longer is he going to make me wait?
One would never know that Declan isn’t all that experienced in the bedroom because every time he touches me I swear it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my entire young life. I’m not a virgin, but the guys I did let into my pants had nothing on Declan. With them it was more of a muted, enjoyable sensation. Not with Declan. Kissing him leaves me breathless and I’m certain his hands could perform magic. Declan the Extraordinary; the man with the magically dexterous fingers and sensationally powerful tongue. I bet he would love it if I told him that.
In fact, he was thrilled when I revealed that he owned my first real orgasm. I thought I’d experienced some form of ecstasy before, but I was merely dabbling in pleasure with those other guys in comparison to the earth-shattering explosions Declan drew out of me. But each and every one of those delicious explosions left me wanting for more. And Declan isn’t ready for more yet. It’s not like he’s waiting for marriage or tied to religion; he’s told me that it has to feel right for him to take that step. At first I felt kind of insulted, but I came to realize that he is a rare breed—it’s actually refreshing. It’s nice to know that not all men are horny pigs willing to sleep with anything with a pulse. That some men actually wait for love. Plus the idea of being Declan’s first makes me giddy with anticipation.
He nibbles my ear, creating tiny goosebumps across my skin. If only it stopped there, then the ache for more wouldn’t be so painful. But it never does. Those wispy prickles always wind up traveling further down south, forcing me to clench my legs together in hopes of controlling the urge to open up and beg.
“Dec, we should stop. I know you’re not ready and those lips…” Those lips are teasing the tops of my breasts now, making me want to rip off my bra so they can be free and available for his mouth. “Oh my God, please. This isn’t fair.”
Through panting breaths, Declan whispers in my ear, “What if I told you I was ready?”
What? Did I just hear right? Should I consider this my cue to unbutton his jeans and grab the condom that has been waiting impatiently in my bedside table? Believe me, that’s what I want to do, but I’m scared he’s not thinking with the right head. “Dec, it’s just the heat of the moment. I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”
He sits up, straddling me, cupping my face in his warm hands. My heart rate accelerates and when I grab his wrists I feel that his racing pulse matches mine. “Mia, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You have no idea how hard it’s been to control myself, but after waiting so long—I wanted to make sure I waited for the right reasons. Last week solidified everything I thought I was feeling for you. I know you’re going to be a part of my future and I’m ready to make love to you because I love you. I’m in love with you, Mia and I know we’re young, but I’m pretty sure I want you to be my first and my last.”