Her head falls back, and I trail wet kisses down the column of her neck. The last time we were together, it was frantic and hurried. I was out of my mind with desire, and we were like teenagers.
Tonight, I want to brand her into my soul.
Nothing about this time will be hurried.
I slowly pull the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, moving my lips in the direction they fall.
“Declan.” She sighs my name and tangles her fingers in my hair. “I need you.”
“You have me,” I tell her and mean it. I’m hers. I won’t pull away, not until the sun comes back up and we no longer have the dark to conceal all that’s wrong and hopefully we can find a way back to the light.
I unzip the back of her dress and pull it down. She undoes each button on my shirt, watching me with her bottom lip between her teeth. Syd pushes the dress shirt away, a coy smile now playing on her lips.
She’s absolutely gorgeous. She’s wearing a lace bra that causes my throat to go dry.
Then she reaches up, removes a few pins from her blonde hair, and lets it fall around her, framing her face, and I freeze. I don’t know that I can breathe. Everything about this moment is too much. I know I’ve said I would let her go, but I don’t think I can.
Sydney is the answer to questions I seek and I’m not strong enough to ask anymore.
I’m done with keeping my distance.
I’ve fought against my better judgment, and yet, here we are again. My heart has always been hers, and if we can make it through tonight, after I tell her everything, then maybe I can stop fighting the wrong thing.
“I don’t ...” I try to speak. To tell her how fucking magnificent she is and what I want, but the words don’t come.
Sydney stares at me as a blush paints her cheeks.
“What?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.
“This is exactly like prom.”
Maybe, but I don’t want it to be like that. I want to give her pleasure, show her how much I fucking love her. I want the memory of this night to hold onto forever. Ellie may have been the center of everyone else’s attention today, but all I saw was Sydney.
I chuckle softly and run the pad of my finger down her chest. “But I’m not a boy now.”
“No, you’re not.”
“And I won’t fumble through what to do to you,” I assure her.
“I don’t doubt that. But we’re on a farm, were dressed up, and about to repeat what we did that night.”
Her body trembles slightly as I move my finger back up, this time grazing her nipple. I lean in, my tongue lavishing the scrap of silk, and her head falls back. “Did I do that on prom night?”
“No,” she murmurs.
I grab and pull until she falls back onto the bed with a soft laugh.
Sydney’s gaze looks to the window that takes up the entire wall and the view around us is truly beautiful. I wake to sunlight and fall asleep to stars.
“It’s like we’re outside,” Sydney muses.
“No one can see in, though.” I made sure that the one-way glass is completely private. Last thing I wanted was Hadley strolling out to the tiny house and finding me ... in a compromising position.
“So they can’t see us do this?” she asks as she slinks her hand into my pants, wrapping her fingers around my dick, pumping up and down a few times.
“No, and thank god they can’t see us do this either.”
We kiss for what feels like eternity. Her hands roam my back, arms, and chest, touching everywhere she can reach.
My lips trail down the slope of her neck and then to her ear. “I’m going to do a lot more, Bean. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you won’t be able to think straight. I’m going to make love to you until we both collapse, and then, I’m going to do it again.”
She pushes onto her elbows, eyes taunting as she tilts her head just slightly to the side. “That’s a lot of talk for a man who said he didn’t want to speak.”
God, I love her.
I move in, watching her breathing accelerate and her eyes fill with desire. There’s no rush, and I take my time, going inch by inch in agonizing slowness.
When our lips are almost touching and the heat of her breath is on my mouth, I wait. Her panting fills the small space, and I revel in the fact that it’s me who’s making this woman desperate. “I can think of another way I’d like to use my mouth, can you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
And then I kiss her.
Our tongues duel, both vying for control, but she won’t get me to relinquish it. Sydney has always wanted the upper hand, but not now. Not when I need her this much. I want to conquer her, own her in every way.
We both lift up so I can remove her bra. “I love you in lace.”
“I love you naked,” she replies.
I smile, loving how the warmth of the fireplace illuminates her perfect skin.
Instead of replying, I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and then rolling my tongue over it. Sydney moans, and I cup them so I can suck, lick, and caress both at the same time.
I pin her arms above her head. “Keep them there,” I command.
Then I slide down her body, kissing my way down. She sucks in a breath when I get to her stomach, and I grin. She knows exactly where I’m going.
I push down her lace panties, and then it’s my turn to catch my breath. Here she is, laid out like a fucking feast for me. The sight will be burned into my brain. I bring my lips down to her center and slide her legs over my shoulders.
My tongue moves against her as she makes
