She takes a breath.She blinks.She’s summoning her courage.
“Well, crap, Declan.”Summer’s voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes are swimming with tears as she looks into mine.“All I’ve ever wanted is you.”
I’m on my feet in an instant, and I gather her up in my arms, lift her off the floor, and crush my mouth to hers.
I hear a loudclick!in my mind.I remember this from last night—the heat of her lips, the curves of her body, the way she tastes.
How I’ve always loved Summer, and always will.
CHAPTER 21
Summer
I’m lifted off the floor, my mouth hungry for him, everything in me burning for his touch.
It’s happening.It’s time.I want it.I need it.And I’m so glad I waited for Declan to be the man to give me this gift.
I wrap my legs around his hips and squeeze him tight.My robe has opened and the knotted sash around his waist is pressing into my bare flesh.I’m on fire.My body is waking up, coming alive for him.My body knows exactly what to do in this moment, even if I don’t.
What a relief.
So that’s what I’ll do.Let my body take charge.Let my body answer Declan’s question—what do you want, Summer?
I decide to let go, simply give myself to the moment and the man.
Because I know I’m in good hands.
My fingers slip into his hair.His big hands are clasped over my ass.His mouth is slick and hot and his tongue is exploring, taking what it wants.
This is all new.The swirling, blinding lust.The lava pooling between my legs.The need that I never thought possible.
To be filled.Taken.To have Declan inside me.
We’re moving.Declan’s carrying me into the suite’s bedroom.The sun is pouring in through the opened curtains, and I decide I’m fine with that.Sure, on those occasions when I fantasized about this moment, it was nighttime, and there were candles and a bunch of other romantic shit.
But this is no fantasy.It’s real and it’s mid-morning and that’s just fine.
I want him to see me.I want to see him.I want us both to be wide awake, sober, and honest.
He asked me for honesty, so I’ll do my best to be brave enough to give him the truth of myself.
He moans into my mouth as he turns, then sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me down on his lap.
My legs are spread open on his thighs.I feel him, hard and huge against my belly, and it sends a flutter into my pussy.I don’t have to touch myself to know how swollen and wet I am for him.
Declan’s lips soften against mine, and he pulls away.I drop my forehead to his.He’s breathing hard.He’s trembling.So am I.But I had no idea that the cool-as-a-cucumber Declan could feel the same intensity as I do.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he says.
“I want you, too.”
He draws back enough that he can look in my eyes.And it happens—a huge smile breaks across his face.It’s mischievous and playful and everything I’ve ever loved about Declan’s smile.With a little something extra added.
His smile is off-the-chain sexual.
As if I’m on autopilot, my hands slip inside his robe and slide down his chest and abdomen.I let my fingertips trail along the ridges and edges of his cut male body.I push the robe open and then put my hands on the sash.
I loosen the knot.Let the robe fall open.
