“The ride here…” I gasp. “I’ve been turned on ever since.”
“Good to know,” he growls. “You liked that, huh?”
“God, yes.” I whimper and tighten my arms around his neck, lifting myself to get closer. None of the usual shyness or anxiety about getting physical with someone touches me. I’m too keyed up. “Please.”
His lips curl into a cocky smirk. “Please what?”
Not in the mood for games, I hook my arm around his neck and tug him closer. “Can you make me come?” I shove as much challenge into the question as I can.
“I’d be honored to try.” He brushes a kiss against my cheek while his thumb rubs a distracting circle on my inner thigh. “I owe you that much, since riding on the back of my bike got you so hot and bothered.”
“It wasn’t the bike,” I admit, practically panting to have him move his fingers a few inches north. “It wasyou.”
His lips tilt up, making him look like he wants to jump on top of the tallest building in Crowsbridge Hollow and beat on his perfectly chiseled chest.
“Don’t be smug.” I slide my hand down his arm and graze my knuckles against his abs. “I’m sure you’re aware of the effect you have on women.”
His eyebrows pinch into a frown. “Only woman I’m concerned about is right in front of me.”
In front of him and ready to twine around his legs like a cat in heat.
He drags one rough hand over the inside of my leg again and shivers cascade along my skin. At my inner thigh, he slows his movements and trails kisses to my neck. My nipples tighten to hard points, pressing against the fabric of the T-shirt that feels much less soft on my sensitized skin now.
Something hard prods my leg and I reach down, finding his stiff cock straining against the satin material of his shorts. I wrap my fingers around him—whoa, he’s huge. I’ll need an orgasm or two before attempting to?—
“Emery,” he groans and pushes my hand away. “Don’t distract me from my mission.”
I’ve never had a man so intent on pleasing me before.
He wedges his hand between my thighs and slides two fingers along my center. More demanding and less exploratory now.Like he’s on a mission.He studies my face closely as he slowly pushes two fingers inside me. I moan and grip his shoulder.
My breath catches from the look of wonder and satisfaction on Declan’s face.
“Relax,” he whispers, kissing my cheek again. “Let me have you.”
I spread my legs wider and shift closer to the edge of the table.
“That’s it,” he encourages, slowly working his fingers in and out of me.
I bite back a whimper of pleasure.
“No,” he scolds on a soft huff of air. “You can be as loud as you want here.”
He presses in deeper, stroking his fingers over a spot that makes me gasp and blurs my vision.
His thumb finds my clit and my body jerks while a low moan escapes my throat.
“That’s it.” He kisses my forehead and works his fingers in a steady rhythm that drives me wild. “You feel so good around my fingers, Emery. So fucking good.”
I moan loader and buck against his hand, frantic to come.
“Shhh. Relax. Let go. We’ve got plenty of time,” he assures me. “I could do this all night. No hurry.”
His words are so sincere, I take a breath and concentrate on his touch. Allow myself to sink in and enjoy the experience.
“Oh.” I grip his shoulder, digging my fingers into his skin. “Right there.”
He hums another sound of encouragement.
