“I’d be hot for you with or without it,” she says softly.
I drop my gaze to her chest, and the corner of my mouth lifts. “Your bra matches the lighting.” The sheer purple lace also gives an enticing view of her perfect hard nipples straining against the fabric. I swallow hard, trying not to drool on myself.
She drags her hands to the clasp in the center of her chest, playing with it until I’m ready to lose my damn mind. “I was in a purple mood today.”
I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I do know one thing. “It looks good on you.”
Obviously enjoying the torturous hold she has on my attention, she slides her hands to the waistband of her jeans, pops the button, and slowly peels them down her legs, revealing matching panties. She straightens and toes the jeans sideways.
Dragging my starving gaze from her legs to her waist, to her breasts, I linger on her nipples and rub my hand over my jaw. “How are you even more stunning than I remember?”
“Trick of the lighting?” She lifts one shoulder in a careless shrug.
“No trick.” I strip off my pants and advance on her.
Still facing me, she eases onto the mattress. I kneel between her legs and hook my fingers in her waistband. “These are pretty, but they need to go.” I drag her underwear down her legs, then crawl over her body, caging her underneath me.
I kiss along her neck, tasting salt and inhaling the light floral scent of her hair. She curls her fingers around my forearms, arching under me.
“Declan,” she whispers. “I want you so much.”
An excited rush of relief washes over me. Our attraction wasn’t created by the curse. It’s real. “You’ll have me,” I promise. “All of me. But let me take my time.”
She whines a frustrated noise and twists underneath me, her soft skin rubbing against mine in crucial places. Hanging onto control by a thread, I trail lower, kissing along her collarbone, peppering more kisses on her chest, between her breasts. I graze my teeth over one nipple, capturing the thin lace and tugging.
Her breath catches. “Declan, please,” she whines, threading her arms through mine and finally releasing the clasp.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, nudging the cups aside with my chin. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“Thank you.” She slides her hands down my back and under the waistband of my briefs, tugging them down a few inches.
“You’re interrupting me.” I’m on fire for her but still take my time teasing my tongue over her nipples, kissing her breasts and down her ribcage, exploring all the curves I’ve been obsessing over since the last time we were together. Her skin’s hot under my palms, her moans low and ragged.
I slide my hand between her legs, settling my fingers against her clit. “I’m going to lick you right here,” I whisper. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please.”
“So polite,” I tease, moving lower to kiss her thighs, then spread her wide open. I bury my face in her wetness and let out a groan of pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” she yelps and clamps her hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I warn, desire slamming into me all at once. Wetness coats my fingers as I slide my fingers over her lips up to her clit. “Do you ever do this?” I rub faster against her swollen clit.
She rocks herself into my hand. “Not like that.” She grips my arms again, nails digging into my skin. “Your hands are amazing.”
“Tell me what else you like,” I murmur, then flick my tongue against her and draw her clit between my lips.
“That!” she gasps and swivels her hips. “That’s good. So good,” she repeats over and over.
She lets go, clutching my hair and letting out desperate whimpers.
Her back arches and she lets out a louder cry. My face stays buried in her as she pulses and squeezes around me. When her panting slows, she opens her eyes and gives me a soft, dopey grin.
I kiss my way up her body. “That was beautiful. I need you to do it again.”
Her dazed eyes stare up at me. “What about you?”
I roll next to her in bed and grip my erection, slowly stroking. “I’m going to be inside you this time.”
