"I thought it would be bigger. Is this your house?" I asked as I played my words back in his mind. "Oh, God."
Declan laughed and looked forward. "It is my house. I bought it as an investment a while back, and it's just me, so it's fine for now." Declan got out of the car and walked to my side as fear filled my head. What was I doing going to a strange man's home alone? I didn't know him well at all. He looked at me as understanding crossed his face. "You're safe. I know how we met and everything but nothing happens here that you don't want. We'll eat and talk, Rayna. That's all."
I nodded slowly and got out, shoving my nerves aside as we each grabbed a box and headed inside of the house as I took one more look behind me. Declan unlocked the door and told me to head inside first, and I realized that it was clean and quite luxurious inside of the house. He led me to the kitchen and placed his box down before taking mine and setting it beside the first. Declan got some plates, and I looked around to see a glass bistro table against a window.
We got some slices and walked over to the bistro table as he asked me if I wanted some wine. I nodded, and he grabbed glasses and a bottle from the fridge before returning. "So why were you so set on seeing me?" I asked softly as he poured us each a glass and then looked at me.
I didn't wear a ring since I knew our marriage was a sham. I noticed that James didn't either. I knew that Declan would have no idea that I was unless I told him something.
"That was my first night hiring an escort, and it felt nothing like that as the evening went on. I wanted you from the beginning, feeling a connection between us from the start. When we were together in that bed, it was … mind blowing. I felt so much more than just a night in bed with a woman, surprising me." He looked at me as I blinked. "How was it for you? Tell me the truth, Rayna. By the way, I like that name."
"Thanks," I replied as I sipped the wine and took a small bite of the pizza, chewing slowly. "I took the booking since the original girl was out on an emergency surgery. I was feeling a bit wild and told Lana that I would do it. She did a bit of research to make sure that it would work with you and … it did."
"It took you weeks to see me. How come?" Declan asked, his eyes intent on me.
"I … I'm married, Declan." I looked up to see the shock on his face. "It's not a happy one or even an intimate marriage. It's an agreement between two families and has been since the first day, but I suppose that I wanted it to be something more. In truth, it's bad and getting worse by the day." I looked at him again, seeing compassion in his eyes. "I was booking one day and saw his name as a client. He has no idea what I do since I've been making something up the entire time. It was later that week that I saw you."
"You used me to get revenge on your husband?" He asked, his eyes dark and full of pain.
"Initially, I just wanted to rebel. I wanted to sleep with another man for the first time in my life with no strings. It sounded like the best way," I admitted, pushing away my plate. My appetite was gone. "I was wrong about that. It left quite the imprint on me." I shrugged. "I have been thinking of you as well, but I can't see how this could work out."
"Leave your husband," he suggested, standing, and walking around the table to where I was. "You said that you're not happy."
"While he doesn't love me, he also doesn't want anyone else to have me. He's made that clear," I explained, staring at my cotton covered arms before he cupped my face to lift my eyes to his. "Declan … " His lips covered mine tenderly as I dropped my eyes closed. His lips molded against mine as I found myself returning his passion all too quickly.
CHAPTER 9
Declan
Kissing her again felt like Heaven to me. I clutched her face tightly and felt her return, our lips parting as our tongues met eagerly. She tasted of the little bit if the wine that she'd had and the grease of the pizza, but all I cared about was the way that her mouth felt against mine.
I knew that it was wrong to do this with a married woman. I knew it in my brain, but something about the fact I already knew every inch of her body overruled my logic. She wasn't happy. She wasn't cherished, and she deserved that. Rayna was beautiful, and I knew how passionate she could be.
I slipped one hand down over her shoulder, her arm. It was when she winced that I pulled away and stared into her face. Her eyes were shimmering with tears, and I looked down at the spot that my arm had just touched. "Rayna?" I found the edge of her shirt and started to push it up as she shook her head.
"No, Declan. No," she protested as she leaned in to kiss me again. "Just kiss me."
I knew that I shouldn't let her distract me, but her lips against mine threw my focus from the way that she felt. I kissed her back, tilting my head to deepen it as she moaned against me. I felt her arms slide around my neck away from my hand as my hands slipped down to cup her ass. Rayna moved her legs around my body, and I pulled her against me, wondering if I should move us to the bedroom. I didn't bring her here to fuck her, but her warm body against mine was almost too much to bear. I had to have her, and she moved closer as I stumbled across the floor towards the master bedroom down the hallway. "Is this hard for you?" she whispered as we moved, making my cock harden further.
"I've got you. You're safe," I promised Rayna as she clung tighter to me.
We dropped onto the bed and kissed slowly as our bodies molded together. We were clothed, but that changed as the moments passed. Soon, we were naked, and Rayna's lips were on my jaw as I groaned softly. Rayna was draped over my body, her skin warm and soft as she moved her mouth down my neck. I felt the heat between her thighs as she sat on my lower stomach, flowing onto my skin. Fuck, I wanted to be inside of her again.
I rolled her onto her back and looked into her eyes. "I want you."
"I want you, Declan," she admitted back as I looked down her bare body, athletic and toned. She looked good, and I let my eyes linger a little longer. "What?"
"You've been working out. I can tell looking at your muscles." The light was dim, but I could still see her, noticing as she moved her arms out of the light with a frown.
"I go to your gym. I have seen you there a few times, but I never let you see me," Rayna said as I looked at her with a smile. "I actually went to a different location for a little while just to avoid you."
She kissed my lips tenderly, and I melted against her, just wanting to make her happy for a moment. We moved together easily, her legs parted as I moved between them and inside of her. She wrapped around me like a glove, and I moaned her name as I stilled inside of her. This was so wrong, but it felt so right as I started to move with her, easing towards our release. Her nipples were hard as they pressed against me and I made a mental note to worship them when this was done, to taste her and me together. I didn't care. I just wanted to feel every inch of her sexy body all over again.
Hips rocked together as we cried out in the room. I was deep inside Rayna as she met me roughly with every thrust of her hips, bringing me closer to release as I buried my face in her tender neck. Rayna whimpered my name as she jerked forward and I felt her heat wash over me before I was going right along with her.
Adrenaline filled my body as I felt her sink onto the mattress and I kissed her face slowly, tasting her clammy sweat. I kissed her neck as she let out a sigh, nibbling softly and moving down to her wet chest. I couldn't resist the pull of her pebbled nipples and covered one with my lips as my hand cupped the other one. My teeth dragged against it as she let out a guttural moan, making my cock twitch again.
I moved to the other one, tearing at it with my teeth as I wondered if her husband wanted her like this. She indicated that he didn't but she was so beautiful and I let my eyes roam over her skin, finally seeing the bruises on her arms. I moved away from her as she squeaked in protest, staring at the clear marks of hands on her arms. "He did that to you?" I demanded as her eyes widened in fear. "He hits you?"
"Just for the last couple years or so. Like I said, it is more of an arranged marriage than anything else, a show that we put on for friends and family. I feel like … I feel like I have a whole different life at times." She admitted as her eyes darkened. "It's only where people can't see it. The bruises."