“Declan,” shemurmured.
“Yes?” he replied, moving his mouth away even as one hand slid around to cover her breast, pressing and molding it gently in hishand.
“Didn’t you have something to show me?” she purred, half sighing, half smiling with pure, unadulterated pleasure as he found her taut nipple through several layers offabric.
“I most definitely do,” he replied, pressing himself more firmly into her backside. “How about I get right to showingyou?”
“I think that’s anexcellent—”
Her words were cut off when he spun her around and pulled her close to cover her lips with his. But she hardly even had time to enjoy the full mouth-on-mouth kiss, for he swung her up in his arms—in those solid, muscular, bulging arms attached to those impossibly broad, square shoulders—and carried her out of theroom.
She kicked off her shoes on the way, hearing the satisfactorythumpity, thumpityas they clunked to the floor in the hall. And then she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his throat—this time to taste and kiss and lick, instead of to sob andsniffle.
“Much better,” she murmured as Declan eased her onto the bed in his room. The windows were covered with privacy blinds that let the afternoon sunshine filter in. It illuminated the man standing in front of her as she looked up at him from where she propped up on herelbows.
“Better than what?” he asked, joining her on the bed, sliding up to lie next to her, one hand bracing his head. The other hand took its time and skimmed along her belly to her hip and thigh, then moved back up—this time gliding under her sweater and the tank top beneathit.
“Better than me bawling into your shoulder,” she said, arching a little as he found the lace of her bra, cupping the swell of her breast with a large, warmhand.
“I don’t know about that,” he said with a lascivious smile. “At least when you were doing that, you weren’t wearing one of these contraptions.” He tugged at the plastic clasp and let it recoil back againsther.
Leslie laughed. “I didn’t think you’dnoticed.”
“Oh, I noticed that you were out of uniform, my little general. I most definitely noticed.” He eased up and over her, pushing the hair away from her face, one thigh sliding between hers and fitting very snugly against the crotch of her thin leggings. Leslie’s eyes widened at the stab of pleasure from the pressure there, and he smiled back, slow and hot and filled with promise as he used both hands to ease up the two layers of clothing, baring her belly and then her dark blue bra. It was trimmed with white lace and barely coveredher.
“Very nice,” he murmured. “Very, very nice. I was hoping you’d stay away from red. It’s sovery…”
“Obvious?” she muttered, tugging at his tee. It came loose from the waistband of his jeans, and she said, “You called me a general? Then I order you to take off thisshirt.”
He eased back and complied, and Leslie mentally swooned at the beauty of his bronze-gold torso.Oh my God,she thought.Cherry’s going to be sojealous.
“What are you laughing about?” he demanded, trying and failing to soundoffended.
“Nothing,” she said, wriggling out of her sweater and tank top. “Nothing atall.”
She tossed away her clothing and then they were skin to skin, there on the bed. He flipped open the front-clasp bra and sighed with pleasure when her breasts swelled open and free, with two hard, dark pink nipples that just begged to be kissed andtouched.
He didn’t disappoint, taking his time to taste and suck and tease. All the while, Leslie slid deeper into a hot realm of arousal. The center of her pleasure, the hot juncture of her thighs, swelled and throbbed against his knee, which he still pressed strategically against her. Declan nudged her a little and she moaned, and the next thing she knew, he was yanking the elastic waist leggings down over her hips withease.
“I like these,” he muttered. “Alot.”
“Happy…to…oblige,” she replied, then gasped and bit her lip when he slid his hand down inside the front of herpanties.
“Holy shit,” he whispered in a sort of groaning voice. “Leslie…you’resoready…” His voice trailed off as he stroked and explored, slow and easy, smiling as she puffed out desperate sighs, and moaned, and shivered andarched.
He found a sensual, insistent rhythm with her, his fingers playing her like delicious magic until she cried out and came beautifully against hishand.
“Declan,” she sighed, her eyes having rolled gently back into her head. “Come here.” She smiled as she heard the sounds of his belt clinking and the swish of jeans being shuckedaway.
“Your wish is my command, my sexy little general,” he said, sliding his very naked, very sleek and warm body against hers. Her leggings and panties were somehow gone, and there they were, skin to skin, curves to muscle, toes bumping, mouths clashing, handseverywhere.
He paused to roll on a condom, which had materialized from somewhere during a frenzy of kissing, licking, stroking, and nibbling, and Leslie helped guide him into place. They both groaned loudly with delight when they fit together, and he slid in, deep andhard.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Leslie.” He moved a few times and she began to wind up again, tighter and hotter than before, full and slick andready.
“Oh no,” she muttered when he started to slow down. “No youdon’t.”
“But—” He closed his eyes, and she felt his jaw move against her cheek. She shivered against him, arching and flexing against his hard, damp body, sliding back and forth so he pressed against her little sweetspot.
