“I want it all, Elizabeth.”

Her hands grasped my shoulders and clung, her nails digging into my bare skin. “Me too.”

We devoured each other, our lips searching cervices and hidden places. Our tongues tangled with open mouths.

Fast and hot. Hurry, hurry.

I nipped at her collarbone. “Take your shirt off. My hands are shit right now, and I’m trying to not get any blood on you.”

“I don’t care. Touch me.” She lifted her shirt up at the hem and whipped it off, revealing a white lacy bra. My mouth went straight to her breasts, where I licked and bit her nipples through the material, the moisture soaking through, exposing her.

She twisted and writhed against the building, her hands tangling in my hair.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, her hands sweeping across my chest. “Can I touch you? Are you hurting anywhere?”

“Not right now.”

Her hands drifted across my chest, tracing down to my navel, the softness of her touch driving me crazy. She stopped at my waistband and I tossed my head back.

Yes, baby, yes.

“Wait,” I said and reached inside to take off my cup, throwing it on the ground.

She slipped her hand in my shorts and fisted the pillar of my cock and pumped me, her fingers ghosting over the head, making me hiss.

“I love this … the sounds you make, how you look at me like I’m the only girl in the world,” she said.

“All for you.” I ripped the button on her skirt with my thumbs and shoved it down, my eyes heavy as I took her in with her lacy bra and panty set.

She curled a leg around my hips to pull me back, and I went with her up against the wall again, my hips holding her hostage.

“It’s damn inconvenient, but once again I don’t have a condom,” I said around her breasts, my mouth moving from one to the other, sucking the globes deep inside my mouth.

“You trying to get me pregnant?” She let out a breathless laugh.

I froze.

She whimpered. “I was kidding. I trust you.”

I trust you …

So many things hit me at once. Her pregnancy comment, and how the thought of putting my seed in her to make a baby didn’t freak me out like I thought it would. The way her body felt against mine. How I’d been waiting for this moment forever. I rested my forehead against her face. “Look at me. I mean really look at who I am.”

Her face softened. “I am.”

“I’m the guy who’s going to take you up against this wall. I’m going to bury my cock in you and own your body and you’re going to love it. But I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”

She smiled. “I know.”

I grimaced. “It’s killing me that I can’t put my fingers in you. Is my mouth okay?”

Her eyes glittered with heat. “Are you kidding me? Yes . Please use your mouth.”

I fell to my knees and tossed one of her legs over my shoulder as she arched back. She was soaked, and I centered on her nub, my tongue coaxing and flirting with her core, mimicking the motions of what my cock would soon be doing inside her.

My hands itched to touch her sheath, to delve into its sweetness, but instead I cupped her breasts and squeezed. She gasped out my name and swiveled toward me. More.

She pulled my head back and stared down at me, a wild look in her eye. “Declan, please . I can’t wait any longer.”

I stood, my hands picking her up as her legs went around me. I knifed inside her, and my body sang in relief, the intense pleasure of sliding into her making me yell out.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered in her neck as I pumped gently, easing in more and more of my length.

“You won’t,” she whispered.

I pumped soft then hard, seating myself until I was all the way in.

Her fingers dug in my shoulders and spurred me on, her small hips jerking to get more, her body clenching and sucking me.

I roared. She was mine, and I knew I’d never want another girl for the rest of my life like this. Using my chest, I pressed her further into the wall and pounded her with an unflinching rhythm, my cock bursting already to come. She felt so damn good bareback, her hot, velvet core wet with need. I hammered in and out, thrusting with powerful strokes. She moaned when I locked my arms on either side of her, holding her tight so I could angle down to press my pelvis against her sensitive skin. I rocked against her nub, my hands cupping her arse, positioning her to take every single deliberate stroke.

She tugged at my hair and yanked my face up to hers. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”