“Don’t do that.No guilt,” I say.“I’m giving myself to you.Take it.”
That did it.I saw something snap in his brain and he’s back to looking at me like I’m a medium-rare ribeye.Without warning, we roll and he’s suddenly under me.It takes me a second to get my bearings.I balance my knees on either side of his hips.
“This gives you more control.You set the pace.I’ll give you all of me, but only when you’re ready for it.”
“You can do that?It isn’t frustrating for you?”
He laughs and throws a crooked arm over his eyes.I watch his stomach rise and fall with laughter, and I reach down and peel his forearm away from his face so that I can see his expression.He raises his eyebrows.“It’s a little frustrating, sure, but I’m a grown man.I can handle myself.All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, Summer.Because if you’re not…”
“Then what?”
“Then you might not want it again.And if this was the last chance I got to experience you like this,thenI’d be frustrated—and miserable.”
“Understood.”
I look down at how we’re joined, and it’s the most shockingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.I’m spread around him like the petals of a flower.He’s halfway inside me, straight as an arrow, like velvet over steel.“Wow,” I whisper.
I feel his touch along my cheek, and I look down at him.Declan is so fine that he looks otherworldly to me sometimes, too perfect to be real.Dark curls and blue eyes so intense that they’re purple in the sunlight.A fine, chiseled face that broadcasts kindness as much as it does strength.
And the rest of him…
How have I gotten so lucky?He’s all man, tall and broad.His entire body is carved from muscle made by the effort he’s put in for either his country or for his family.
Declan is power just waiting to be unleashed.
I want him to unleash it on me.
I glance down at that tattoo again.From this angle, it almost seems as if Declan’s formidable cock rises up from the delicate hands of the mysterious woman who’s half-covered in plaid.
His hands go to my hips.“This will be second nature to you, Summer.You know what to do.”
He’s right.A lifetime of riding has left me with all the skills I need to take Declan from a lazy lope to a full-throttle gallop.I know I can rein in Declan MacLaine.It’s just going to take some practice.All new partnerships require practice.
I lift myself a bit, then lower myself down, allowing my gaze to soften as I do.I feel him ripple underneath me, move with me, and I focus on opening my hips and relaxing into the rhythm, until I’m sitting deep in the saddle.
And he’s all the way up inside me.
Power, connection, electricity.It’s moving from him into me, and then from me into him.A completed circuit.The most magical and satisfying sensation I’ve ever known.I let my head fall back and my chin lift to the ceiling.I close my eyes and let it all happen.
I am filled.Stretched as far as I can go to allow him access to the deepest part of me.And I know this is the way it’s supposed to be for us.Completely linked.
I move with him.Languid and loose.Wide open to Declan’s sexual energy.My bones feel as if they’ve softened, and my joints move like water.Whatever this is, I’m letting it wash over me, travel through me, and lock me into place.
I’m being claimed, and I love it.
I hear the strangest sound, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’m making it.A low pleading.For something.I’m asking for it, but I feel powerless and swept along.And a force builds in me, coming from the crown of my head and the soles of my feet all at the same time.
So much heat.
“Summer.”
My head snaps forward and I see Declan.“Look at me, baby.I want to watch you cum again.”
I glance at him.I look at my hips.Only then do I realize that his hands have been clasping me for a while now, moving me, adjusting me, encouraging me.I haven’t even noticed.But now he releases my hips and entangles his fingers with mine, keeping me tethered to earth.The heels of his hands provide a ledge for me to balance on.
I wonder why he’s holding on to me so tightly.
Then he pushes up into me.I gasp.So deep.
