I moan into his mouth and mutter incoherent words. Words that I am sure would embarrass me any other time. For this moment, I don’t care. My hands explore his shoulders as though they have a mind of their own.
Declan breaks the kiss, and we both breathe as though we’ve come from running a marathon.
“Let’s go in,” Declan says, his voice husky.
I nod, wide-eyed and stunned by my physical reaction to him. I feel like an explosive device that can go off any time as I lead the way to the front door. I’ve lost control of my mind and body.
Declan takes the house keys from me and unlocks the door. He holds it open, and when we are both inside, he takes my hand and wordlessly takes me upstairs.
This will complicate things, a voice screams inside my head, but it’s not loud enough. It’s not louder than the ache in my pussy. My panties are damp, and all I can think about is how it would feel to have Declan fill that ache. I’m desperate for release. I want Declan in a way that leaves no room for any arguments. I’ve never wanted a man as desperately as I want him.
My body is beyond reasoning with. I’m docile as I follow him upstairs to the guest room. He shuts the door behind us and pulls me into his arms. My heart pounds hard against my chest as he brushes his lips against mine. They are soft and slow. This time, his kiss is an exploration. He nibbles my lower lip and then captures the top one between his lips. His hands cup my face as if he’s afraid that I’ll disappear. I slip mine around his impossibly wide shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he trails kisses down my jawline.
A moan escapes my mouth, and as his mouth returns to mine, he dips his tongue between my lips. Our kiss grows deeper, more urgent. Declan’s hands leave my face, skim along the curves of my body and rest on my hips.
Heat sizzles over my skin, and I pull Declan closer. His erection rubs against my belly. Declan’s kiss grows more heated. His hands move to my ass, squeezing it and smashing me against his body. He growls into my mouth, and an electric current sizzles through me.
I want to feel every inch of him, and I reach for the hem of his T-shirt. I tug at it. Declan comes to my aid. He pulls it over his head, breaking away for less than a second. He captures my mouth again, and then with a groan, he pulls away.
I palm his chiseled chest and run my hands over his rippled stomach. My nipples are now aching peaks on my chest, and I long to have Declan’s hands on them. As if he can read my mind, he gently turns me around and unzips my dress. It falls to a heap on the floor, leaving me in panties and a bra. Declan unclasps my bra and pulls the straps away from my shoulders.
He lets out a ragged breath before gently turning me to face him. His hungry gaze drops to my breasts and then back at me again. His look is a question, and I nod in response. If there was any resistance left in me, it flies out the window.
I’ve never known a man who would pause to ensure that the half-naked woman in front of him is sure that she wants to have sex. Desire rages through my body at the raw need on Declan’s face as his gaze ripples over my chest.
He pulls me back in his arms, crushing my breasts against his bare chest. He traces the outline of my mouth with his tongue in unhurried movements. After teasing me with his tongue for what feels like hours, Declan lowers me to the bed.
He stands over me, unbuckles his belt, and unzips his trousers. His dark, intense gaze holds mine until I break the stare when he drops his boxer briefs. My gaze is drawn to his thick, hard cock jutting out from his body, and I inhale sharply. He’s huge.
As I take in the sheer masculinity in front of me, Declan gets onto the bed and drapes his body over mine. A moan leaves my throat as his skin comes into contact with mine. I wrap my hands around his neck and bring his head down.
A voice in my head whispers that this was not the plan, but it’s too late. My body is engulfed by a fire that only Declan can put out. Fireworks erupt in my pussy when Declan hungrily kisses me, obliterating all rational thoughts from my mind. He trails kisses along my jawline and then lifts my hair to kiss my neck. Everywhere he touches leaves a trail of heat. He moves lower until his face is directly above my breasts.
“Perfect,” he says, staring down at my chest. He lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth while palming the other one.
“Oh God,” I cry out, sweet sensations darting from my nipples to my pussy.
His name falls from my mouth as easily as if we’ve had sex countless times before. He sucks my nipples and flicks his tongue over them as small growls come from his throat.
I’ve never had sex with a man who groaned and growled when he was sucking my nipples. It does something to my brain to know that he’s loving what he’s doing just as much as I’m loving receiving it.
I whimper as desire overwhelms me. My fingernails scrape his back, and my legs thrash about.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen,” Declan says. “Round. Perfect size. But now I need to taste your pussy. Lap at your juices.”
My legs turn to jelly at the words coming from his mouth. That’s another first. I’ve never been with a man who had a foul mouth. I
