That happened to be her.
Seconds later, both of them were naked on the bed, this time with Declan on top, taking his weight on his elbows as he lowered his head and laved and sucked on first one nipple, then the other. All to the sound of her mewls of pleasure.
His cheeks were flushed when he finally raised his head. “It’s going to be quick this first time, but I promise you the night is far from over.”
Fawn felt tiny against his much larger frame, a difference in height and bulk that she forgot about completely the moment the tip of Declan’s cock notched into the wet and swollen opening between her thighs. His gaze held hers as he slowly but surely pressed deeper and deeper until he was completely inside her, his balls resting against her perineum.
He felt wonderful inside her. So long and thick. Completely filling her.
He paused for a second or two, drawing in long, controlling breaths, Fawn’s hands moving up to grasp his shoulders as he began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin highly erotic.
The faster and deeper thrusts pressed Declan’s cock against her clit, sending Fawn over the edge in seconds.
“Once more before I come too,” he instructed, before thrusting even deeper and harder, faster and faster, until Fawn lost complete control and her body exploded in pleasure for a second time in a matter of minutes. “This is forever, Fawn,” he promised her as his cock somehow swelled even bigger inside her before she felt the heat of his release spurting deep and coating the walls of her channel.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The first thingFawn was aware of as she came awake was the steady rise and fall of Declan’s hair-roughened chest moving beneath her cheek.
Followed by his muttering and swearing while he gently put her away from him as the intercom buzzed to alert them to a visitor waiting downstairs. It wasn’t the first time it had buzzed, judging by Declan’s level of irritation.
Fawn watched as Declan moved to the side of the bed before sitting up. The long length of his bare back and the top of the hard curve of his bottom cheeks showed he was still completely naked. They both were. They had been for the whole of the night.
They hadn’t stayed in bed after making love that first time. Fawn really had needed to change Declan’s dressing and check on her brother before cooking dinner. Danny had arrived a short time later to spend time with River, and so Declan had offered to help her prepare the meal.
Who knew that cooking dinner with your new lover could feel so intimate? That the shared glances and kisses and thelight brushing of hands, accidentally or on purpose, became a promise for the next time the two of them were alone together?
Luckily, River and Danny seemed to be equally as engrossed in each other, the two of them making their excuses directly after dinner and returning to River’s bedroom to “play a game on the big-ass TV.”
Fawn had no idea if that was a euphemism for something else, but considering River was obviously still feeling less than a hundred percent, she didn’t think so.
Any more than she knew whether or not Danny was still here this morning. Neither did she care. Her brother was an adult, and he deserved to have happiness in his life.
There had been no question of Fawn going to her own bedroom after they had eaten dinner and tidied up the kitchen. Instead, she had placed her hand in the one Declan held out to her, and they had silently walked to his bedroom together, still hand in hand.
The night that followed had been amazing, the two of them making love twice more before morning. Each time they did, it felt as if their connection grew stronger.
Declan was an amazing lover. He had definitely made good on all those orgasms he had promised her!
They still hadn’t mentioned the word love. But they hadn’t needed to when it was obvious in every caress, every kiss, each perfect joining, that a deep love was what they felt for each other.
Declan now gave a glowering glance at the digital clock on the bedside table. “Who the hell visits someone at eight thirty in the morning?”
“Nikolai Volkov?” Fawn suggested, already knowing the arrogant Russian well enough to realize he didn’t believe the normal rules applied to him, and that included politeness and time.
“Yeah, could be,” Declan agreed as he stood up and stretched. “Hopefully, he has some good news for us.”
Fawn’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the magnificent body of her six-foot-four lover. Declan might be forty-three years old, but his whole body was as muscular and toned as a man fifteen years younger. The same salt-and-pepper hair was also visible on his chest and around the base of his cock.
A cock that, even as she stared at it, began to engorge and jut up toward the flatness of his abdomen.
“I had other plans for this morning.” Declan voiced his frustration with being forced to change those plans.
“I can see that,” she teased.
Declan gave a self-derisive smile. “Hold that thought?”
“Oh, definitely.”
