Positive/Negativity by D.D. Lorenzo Read Free Book Online Page B

done when I came back. Then I went to a decorator, looked through a book, and told them what I was going for. They put this together. It was really more of a necessity. To really say it briefly; I needed a house, and I wanted to live here . This is the house. I live here . End of story.”
    “Well, they all did a good job. It seems to reflect you. You look like you ‘fit’ here. It isn’t always easy to find people who’ll see your vision.”
    “I guess, for the most part, they reflected what I wanted in this house. Of course, the bed was mine. I picked that out.” I crooked my eyebrow at her suggestively and gave her the most wicked smirk I could possibly muster.
    She blushed. I just loved that she did that.
     

     
    Declan was so powerfully, sexually charismatic as he arched that eyebrow and talked about his bedroom. His intensity was one of the things I was beginning to love about him, but it was the thing that almost made me decide not to see him again.
    The night he left The Blackjack, he left me speechless, breathless…and scared. At first I was excited and attracted to him like a moth to a flame, but that was what frightened me. Moths get burned, and I didn’t want to put myself in a position to be scorched. Being near Declan that night proved that he could make me forget my convictions. Women were ready, willing and able to meet his every need when he was on the road. Being gorgeous and charismatic was a cocktail that they would have found irresistible. I would have, if I hadn’t examined myself. I wasn’t the type of woman he was used to, and I didn’t want to be. I valued myself enough that I deserved to get something more from a man than just sex, and I was willing to try and find that person. I could have gotten a physical release from a “BOB”. I didn’t need a man for that. I wanted more than a physical relationship, and I presumed that he only wanted to take me to dinner with that end result in mind. When he called, and I refused, I could sense his shock through the phone. He wasn’t a man that received “no” for an answer very often. Extending a polite regret to him, I honestly thought that was the last I would hear from him. When he continued to call, his persistence won me over. Looking back, I’m glad he didn’t give up. We started slowly, with walks and coffee, which graduated to movie dates and time spent together. Throughout the past few weeks, our time together was fun for both of us. I was getting to know the real Declan, and I loved his company. We were good together and were building a relationship. TTT
    Damn him! Actually, he pointed out his bed, and my mind went back to the beach. His kiss stole breath from my lungs. He was scrumptious, and I love dessert! To say that he was a good kisser wouldn’t be accurate. There are no words to articulate how he made me feel when he kissed me. He was the most mouth-watering and the most handsome man I’d ever seen. His charms were wearing me down day by day. His arms and legs were so massive and muscular, and I could just imagine being entangled in them. I had gotten glimpses of his tattoos, but I’d never seen him without his shirt. His kisses had gone from delicious to decadent to powerfully sinful, and there was lots of touching, writhing, and rubbing involved. The one thing that endeared him to me was that he never, ever pushed me beyond where I wanted to go, especially after our first date. It showed me that he cared about me ; about what I wanted. He didn’t make it all about him. That was so rare these days.
    Before him, I hadn’t been in a relationship for quite a while. I had even begun to wonder if guys excited me anymore because I hadn’t found anyone appealing. I have no doubt that all my girl parts are working just fine with him! When he entered my mouth with his succulent tongue, I felt clenching and tightening in areas where attention had long been neglected. When he placed his hand behind my head, the feeling