“You still owe me that fishing trip,” he mumbles in my hair. “Don’t think I forgot.”
I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
chapter eleven
SULLY
The next morning, I wake up in Declan’s bed with his arms wrapped around me.
Declan starts nuzzling the back of my neck. “Good morning,” he murmurs.
I can’t help my responding smile. “Good morning.”
His hand rides low on my hip. I’d lost my mud-slicked pants and shirt in favor of one of his T-shirts. He’s so tall that it comes to mid-thigh on me. I feel the heat of his hand burning through the material.
He rolls me to my back and props himself up on one arm. At first I think he’s going to say something, then I realize that the air around us has grown incredibly thick with tension. My breath shallows in my chest and I grip the material of the sheet by my side. Slowly, so slowly that it drives me out of my mind, he leans down to press his lips to mine.
My eyes slide closed and I unclench the sheet to slide my fingers into his hair. With my other hand I urge him to move until his weight is completely on top of me. The sensation feels so incredible that I groan into his mouth, my lips parting to accept his tongue in one commanding thrust.
He breaks the kiss to breathe heavily into my neck. “You need to tell me to stop,” he says into my throat.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper-groan.
I can’t think about anything aside from the feeling of him nibbling at my earlobe and how goddamn good it feels to have his weight press me into the bed. I spread my legs to bring him closer. The shirt rides up my hips leaving only the thin material of my panties and the cloth of his briefs between us.
“Damn, baby, I can smell you already.” Declan traces the line of my throat with his tongue. His mouth charts a path down my collar bone to the rigid point of my nipple underneath his shirt. “You smell like the best sex, and it’s even better because you’ve already got me all over you.” He growls, his teeth nipping through the material of his shirt to take my nipple into his mouth.
I throw my head back against the pillow as he dampens the shirt with swirls of his tongue and nips of his teeth. His mouth trails along my chest until he reaches my other breast and pays his undivided attention there as well.
He noses his way down the shirt, the two damp spots tweaking my already sensitive nipples with cool air. I’ve never moved so fast with a guy before. I’ve never felt comfortable enough in bed to let a man take control like this. But like I told him the day before, I trust him and it’s incredibly freeing.
His teeth nip at the line of my panties and my body flashes white-hot. He licks a path down the center seam, throwing my legs over his broad shoulders and arching me wide. He slides the material of my panties over so that I’m bared to his gaze. His free hand delves into my swollen, slippery folds and I cry out, arching my back against him.
I can’t control the movement of my hips as his fingers explore everywhere but the center of my need. My head writhes back and forth as he teases me and my hands drag the material of the shirt up and over. I hiss out a breath as cool air greets my heated flesh.
His head comes up and he whispers his approval, his eyes glowing bright gold again. My hands go to my breasts as he kneels between my legs, his fingers finally stroking deep, though not as fast as I need to quell the rising heat.
When a slick, wet heat flicks across my clit the muscles in my legs turn to water and my hips fall open, my legs thrusting them closer to the source of pleasure. “Declan, I need…”
He presses a kiss to my thigh. “I know what you need.”
“Please. I need you inside.”
“I know you do, but first I want to watch you come for me again. I want to feel you come under my hands. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
He adds another finger, this time picking up the pace and stroking even more deeply. He brings his mouth back, his tongue doing wicked things to wring high-pitched cries from my throat. But I can’t seem to get quite where I need to, can’t seem to open my legs wide enough or take him as deep as I need him.
Declan pauses his devastating assault to wrench my panties down and off of my legs. He settles back down with one hand lifting my hips to his mouth. He adds a third finger, hooking them in such a way that something sparks inside of me. Then, I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t even see as his tongue flicks me over the breaking point. I can feel myself growing wetter, the slickness causing a sweet friction that devastates me as much as his tongue and fingers.
He climbs up my body, hooking my legs over his hips as he reaches in his nightstand for a condom. I take it from his hands, ripping it open and sliding it down his long, firm length. My eyes squeeze shut in anticipation of having him inside of me. If he’s that talented with his tongue, sex with him is probably going to kill me.
He fits himself between my legs again and leans down to kiss me. The taste of us mingles and I can feel myself clenching, needy, in anticipation. When he breaks the kiss, I arch against him, swiveling my hips in invitation. One of his hands holds me steady, the other grips his thick length as he brings himself to my entrance. He pushes in with one, firm glide and my mouth drops open in shock, a soundless cry of undeniable pleasure. Already sensitive from his earlier attention it doesn’t take much for him to stoke the fire back to life.
His forehead drops to the pillow beside me and he whispers, “God, you feel amazing. Perfect.”
Unable to put into words what I’m feeling, I bring his lips back to mine for another kiss. I groan into his mouth as my muscles start fluttering around him. He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me, pinning my legs under his arms to hit just the right spot to take me there again. I whimper into his mouth with each thrust as my body tenses.
When I come to, he’s smiling above me as he moves slowly, letting me recover from the second best orgasmof my life.
