Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Haven’t you listened to your songs? They’re about heartbreak, about wanting to fall in love, about not finding the right guy, but you never say anything mean about a single one of them. Every one of them is about you. How you wish they could be who you need them to be. You wish you could be who they want you to be. You’re not a bad person, Kendall. You just want to love and be loved.”
His words hit the deepest, darkest part of my soul. I both hate and love that he sees beyond the surface, and he understands me on a deeper level. That somehow, along the way, he’s been able to clear the fog and see the real me. The woman who, as he just said, wants to love and be loved.
“Dec,” I choke out, a lump of emotion clogging my throat. “I want…” I try to think of what I want, what I need, but my head is a mess of emotions, and my heart feels like it’s been cracked open.
“Tell me, baby,” he says, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Any-fucking-thing.”
“I want… to feel…” Loved is what I want to say. I want to feel loved. I want someone to make me feel like I’m their everything, be the center of their universe, the way my family has found love. I want someone to look at me with hearts in their eyes and not just want me, Kendall Blackwood, the pop star, but actually want me, the insecure, vulnerable woman who secretly just wants to be loved. To know I’m not broken. But because fear stops me from saying any of this, I go with the next best thing. “I want to feel wanted.”
“Done.” That is all Declan says before he crashes his lips against mine with such passion it feels as though he’s making love to my mouth. Our tongues connect, swirling with one another, tasting, coaxing, devouring. I can’t get enough of him. I’ve been kissed by many guys, but none of them… not a single one… ever made my insides tighten and my heart beat faster the way kissing Declan does.
He breaks the kiss, only to pepper kisses along my jawline and down my neck, suckling on my sensitive flesh. He lifts onto his knees and pulls my shirt over my head, exposing my naked breasts. Then he stops and stares at me, his gaze filled with heat and lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says reverently, taking one of my breasts in his hand and pinching my nipple with his thumb and forefinger while he strokes the beaded tip with the pad of his other finger. “So damn perfect.”
He dips his head and takes the nipple he’s not playing with into his mouth. His tongue swipes the tip, getting it wet, and then he blows on it gently, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine. He does it again and again and then shocks the hell out of me when he bites it hard. A zap of pleasure shoots straight to my center, and I lock my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him.
“Fuck, this tattoo.” He lifts my arms over my head and pins them against the headboard. “Keep them right there,” he demands, giving me a chaste kiss.
“Do you have any idea what this tattoo does to me?” He glances at me for a quick moment before he spreads my legs and slides downward so he’s eye level with my tattoo. “It’s okay to be a little broken,” he reads, then kisses the first word inked into my flesh. “Every day, for the rest of our trip, hell, for the rest of our lives if you let me, I’m going to show you how perfectly broken you are,” he murmurs, kissing each word. I ignore the rest of our lives part, refusing to think about what the idea of spending the rest of my life with Declan does to my insides.
Once he’s kissed every part of my tattoo, he licks and nips my flesh as he works his way across my side, planting an open-mouthed kiss to my hip bones.
Taking the waistband of my boy shorts between his fingers, he pulls them off and then takes my foot, kissing the instep softly before he trails more kisses up the inside of my calf and thigh, stopping at the apex of my legs.
“I’ve dreamed and fantasized about this,” he says, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it. His tongue darts out, sliding along his lips as if he’s about to consume his favorite food, and then he drops onto his stomach, parts my lips, and licks up the center.
“Oh, God.” I moan loudly, not expecting him to just dive right in. “Dec…”