Slate (Breaking the Declan Brothers #2) by Kelly Gendron Read Free Book Online Page B

“Fuck!” I clench my hands. “This is dangerous; let me the fuck out of here before I do something we both regret.”
    “Relax.” She holds up a hand. Her fierce green diamonds beam up at me as she rises from the chair. “Take deep breaths.” She moves a little closer. “You will get through this.”
    Heart racing, my tightened muscles ache like hell, and my eyes start to water. The chills should be hitting me soon along with the abdominal pains, not to mention the nausea and vomiting that’ll follow. “You have no idea how this fucking feels.”
    “You’re right, I don’t.” Her tone softens. “Try to exert some energy, do some sit-ups or some push-ups.”
    This is usually about the time that I’d jump in the ring to get rid of some of the aggression, but I can’t do that now. “Sit-ups aren’t going to fucking work.”
    “Well, I don’t know.” She throws her arms out in the air. “Do something that’ll take your mind off it.”
    “Okay.” I nod and try to relax my tight fists. Fuck it. She pushed me into this. “Come here,” I say, hearing the persistent aggression lingering in my voice.
    Her brows gather. “Why?”
    “You wanted to help me, so get your ass over here.”
    She slowly moves toward me. “All right.” She lifts her head and our eyes meet. “Here I am, now what?”
    “Now-” I lift my shaky hand, the unblemished one, and slip it around her nape. “We’re going to see if you can help me keep my mind off this shit.”
    She barely gets, “Slate,” out as my mouth slides over hers. I push my tongue between her soft, moist lips. The second our tongues meet, I forget everything and lose myself to the sweet taste of her. She’s always been like a drug to me that I could never get enough of. And, normally, I could restrain myself, regulate myself, but right now, I’m too hyped up, and all I want to do is strip her clothes off and fuck her. Fuck her hard until she’s beating my chest and screaming out my name.
    The tips of my fingers press down on her neck as I pull her closer and deepen the kiss. She moans against my mouth and clutches the front of my hoodie. Her hand slips upward, her palm rests on my neck, on my scars. “No,” I withdraw, “don’t touch me.”
    She pulls back her hand, curling it against her chest. “Why?”
    Out of breath from the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “Right now, I need to stay in control. If you touch me, my defenses will go up and everything else will shut down. It’ll make the withdrawals that much worse. It’ll make me need the drugs that much more, and we don’t want that, do we?”
    “No.” She licks her lips. “We don’t want that.”
    “Place your hands behind your back,” I say, and to my astonishment, she does as I’ve requested. “Good.” I palm her cheek. She’s so soft. “Stay just like that.” I run my hand from her neck to her shoulder and drag the thin strap of her tank top down her arm. I tug, exposing her white lacy bra. She gasps and the sound ripples through my cock. “God, I’ve missed these tits.” I trace a finger along the lace. I grip the material and pull her bra down to reveal an erect pink nipple. Brushing the pad of my thumb over her rosy tip, I look up. Head tilted back, with her eyes closed, she lets out a sweet little moan. The sound draws my head down to her breast for a lick. Feeling her harden against my tongue, I bite her tightly beaded nipple.
    “Slate…” She huskily says my name, beckoning me to her.
    I move up to her willowy neck, sucking and nipping her silky flesh until finally arriving at her hungry mouth. I suck in her bottom lip, and then sink my teeth into it. Hands still behind her back, she crushes her body against mine, and she lets out a needy cry. Fuck! This was supposed to be a distraction, but I also intended to scare her into letting me go. But, dammit, she wants this, too. How could she still want me? I pull back from her mouth and gaze into her glossy