“Kiss me, Declan. Please .”

“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say my name like that,” he said in a low voice and tugged me against him. His hand swept over my face, pushing back the hair that had fallen forward.

I clutched him, my hand snaking around the taut muscles of his neck, my nose inhaling the scent of male and sweat. His lips took mine hard, and I moaned at the slide of his lips against mine, at the way he dominated me. His arms held me prisoner in a jail I wanted, my hands clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer. More. Yes . He tasted like the most delicious dessert, rich and decadent.

“Yes,” I murmured and rubbed my hands over his back greedily, searching out the hard muscles and indentations, wanting to map his skin in my brain and sear it to memory.

He held my arms up and tugged my shirt off, tossing it aside without even looking to see where it went.

I didn’t care either.

Hurry, hurry , take me , I said in my brain, but he went excruciatingly slow, his hands cupping my breasts through the nude bra I wore. He palmed them with one hand while the other slipped to my back and unsnapped it.

It fell unnoticed to the floor.

He massaged me, his eyes meeting mine as he bent to take a nipple between his lips, his teeth teasing and then sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure raced over me as he tugged and twisted.

I tossed my head back and gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, clutching him tighter. I was going to combust before we’d even gotten to the good stuff.

His touch was rougher than what I was used to. More masterful. Confident. Sexy.

“This is so good,” I whispered.

“It only gets better,” he murmured and captured my peaks again, his tongue and teeth lashing at my now tender skin.

His hands were everywhere, as if he couldn’t get enough, and I loved the greedy way he touched me. He knew every nerve ending that would send me over the edge, and I strained closer, wanting more of him, my hands now gripping his broad shoulders just to keep standing.

Sensing my collapse, he eased me down to the mat and then stood over me, his eyes burning.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he said, chest heaving. “We’re completely wrong for each other, and I’m not even sure you like me most days.”

“I agree. But don’t let that stop you.”

He huffed out a laugh and tore out of his pants and tight athletic boxers, his cock bouncing out and straining for me. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Thick and hard, it was the biggest one I’d ever laid eyes on. My lower regions twitched.

He grinned. “You’re looking at my manhood like it’s a stick of dynamite about to explode.”

“Is it?”

His eyes laser-locked with mine. “Indeed.”

He knelt down, and a painful dawning hit his face. “I don’t have a condom. This was the last thing I expected would happen.” He cursed and rubbed his face briskly. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

Disappointment seared me, my body crying out for him.

He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I’m clean, though. I’ve never had sex without one. Not once.”

I’d never let a guy near me that didn’t have a condom, but I came to a rapid decision. “I’m on the pill. If you say you’re safe, I believe you, Declan.”

He kissed me hard and swift. “Thank you for trusting me.”

I stared into his eyes. It wasn’t so much trust as need riding me. “I will cut your cock off if you give me a venereal disease. Got it?”

He chuckled. “I’ll let you, love. Just the thought of your hands on me makes me happy.”

He slid down to lie next to me, the press of his body like nirvana. Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders as he gathered me close, and I moaned. Finally.

His hands roamed lower, his fingertips sliding my underwear and pants down my legs. His eyes followed their path. “Your legs are so damn long. I keep thinking about them wrapped around my hips …” He groaned, his mouth dipping down to kiss my tummy, my hips, the bend in my knees.

I groaned and spread my legs as his fingers burrowed in and slid into my center, dipping in and out. He spread the wetness around, pressing and teasing and strumming me with his touch.

I writhed and arched closer while he bit his lower lip, watching me twist to get him closer. Deeper.

There . Yes .

I moaned.

He worked me hard, yet gently, ghosting over the bundle of nerves in my G spot, thrumming them like a guitar string.

More . I wanted him everywhere.

He read my mind and maneuvered between my legs, placing them on his shoulders and then taking my center in his mouth. Hot fire flashed over every inch of me, and I gasped out as he delved deep into my recesses, his fingers playing at the heart of me. He parted my labia, his tongue searching for tender skin. His mouth worked me, rubbing and plucking with his lips.