“That’s one,” Declan mutters, burying his face in my pussy again.
“Fuck!”I shout.
I’m so sensitive that it doesn’t take long for me to come again.And again.
“Declan,” I finally beg.
He grunts, nipping the inside of my thigh.“Is that a yes to moving in?”
I bite my bottom lip.“It’s too soon,” I protest again.
I startle as his tongue flicks over my clit, wiggling away from him, but he keeps me locked in place.
“Declan!”I shout.
He looks up at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Okay,” I relent.
He grins like he just won the Stanley Cup.“Good.”
I sit up on the couch and take a deep breath, trying to get my bearings, but Declan doesn’t give me the chance.He picks me up, and I squeal as he carries me to the bedroom and spreads me out on the bed.
“I’ll clean out half of the dresser after,” he tells me.
“After what?”
He smirks as he strips off his clothes and climbs between my legs.“After I make you come again.”
I gasp as he thrusts into me in one smooth move.“After,” I agree.
Having Declan’s hard cock inside me again has me on the edge of orgasm almost instantly.We move together, grinding against each other, and I watch his face as we reach our peaks.
His eyes lock with mine, and I call his name as I come, exploding around him.He kisses me as he comes, and I smile as he rolls to his side, taking me with him.
“Love you,” he says.
I stiffen against him.His casual tone catches me off guard, and I blink as I stare at him.“What?”
Declan nuzzles my neck.“I love you, Elle.”
“I… I love you too,” I admit, surprised when I realize how true it is.“I really do.”
“Good.”He rocks against me, and I moan.“We need to get you packed up at your old place and moved in here.”He kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip, and I gasp into his mouth.
“What about the dresser?”I ask breathlessly.
He smirks.“Later.”
“Later,” I echo, kissing him as he rolls me under him again.
Chapter Ten
Declan
Five Years Later…
The arena feels different tonight.It’s the same building, the same ice, the same thunder of the crowd echoing in my chest, but everything has shifted.
