The dryer tumbled in a low hum that barely registered. I took another step, crossing the room as every ounce of self restraint evaporated. We were alone in the pub, with nothing and no one to bother us until the water damage restoration company came to pump the cellar. We had time, and I planned on using every last second.
She lifted her chin at my approach, and I framed her face in my hands, loving how perfect she fit against me.
“Didn’t know you had a thing for towels.” Her lips quirked in a smile.
“Neither did I.” I kissed her slow and deep, the exact way I’d been dreaming of for days.
She gasped against my mouth and grabbed my shirt. “Declan.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I pulled back enough to look at her, needing to make sure she still wanted this, still wanted me.
“Don’t you dare.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and held on.
Thank god. I kissed her again, deeper this time, sliding my hands down to her waist and then up to the edge of the towel. One tug. That’s all it would take. I pulled. The towel fell away, pooling at her feet.
She rubbed her nipples over my bare chest, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to lick every inch of you.”
Water glistened on her shoulders, and I bent my head to kiss it away. “I could say the same.”
Nails scraped lightly over my chest, then down my abs to the button of my jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Not fair when I’m naked.”
“I like you naked.” I swept her hair away from her face and stepped out of my jeans when she pushed them down my hips. She didn’t pause, didn’t even slow, following my pants down, wrapping her hands and her mouth around my cock. “Fuck. Bree.”
A chuckle rattled her throat and down my cock. She stroked me hard and fast, exactly how I liked it. I bucked into her mouth, and she took me deeper.
My knees locked, my spine going straight to keep me from falling at the tug on my balls when she cupped them in one hand and licked my shaft.
I’d meant to take control, to be the one causing her to twist and writhe beneath me, but the sensations spreading through my entire body when she continued to lick and suck my cock held me in place. “Bree.” I groaned her name over and over.
She nipped the underside of my cock with a sharp bite that drove all the air from my lungs. “Bedroom.”
I followed her in a daze, my gaze locked on her swaying hips. Seeing the bed on the other side of the room snapped me into focus. I nudged her down onto her back and settled between her thighs. “My turn.”
Her knees fell open, giving me access. I didn’t hesitate to bury my head in her slick pussy and lick her, sliding two fingers inside and pumping deep.
“Oh god.” Her spine arched.
I’d learned what she liked, and I had no intention of wasting a single second of our time together. I flicked my tongue over her clit and curled my fingers. “Come for me, Bree. Come on my hand, then I’ll give you my cock.” I lowered my mouth to her clit and blew out a soft breath while working my fingers in a slow, decadent rhythm that left her panting and fisting her hands in the sheets.
“Declan.” My name came out as a plea. “Please.”
I added a third finger and sucked her clit. Her thighs clenched around my head, her breaths coming shorter and faster. That’s it. That was what I wanted. I pulled her leg over my shoulderand pushed the other up toward her arm, opening her wider and driving my fingers deeper.
She came with a cry, her whole body going taut and clenching around my fingers so hard my cock throbbed and swelled.
I worked her through the orgasm, gentling my touch to keep from overstimulating her.
“Inside me. Now.” She stared at me, green eyes hazy and face flushed but still needing me.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kissed my way up her body, relishing the flutters of movement in her stomach and the way her nipples tightened into tiny peaks that begged to be pinched and stroked. I did just that, flicking my finger back and forth over one nipple, then the other, as I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance.
Her hips lifted off the bed, silently begging me to put her out of her misery.
“Not yet.” I whispered against the curve of her neck and pushed inside. She spasmed around me, her quick gasp and needy when I bottomed out. My stomach clenched. I dug my toes into the bed and pushed deeper, driving us up the bed with every slow thrust.
I loved the feel of her, the tightness and heat that went on forever. I pulled out and sat back on my heels, needing to see her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Red hair spread across the bed in a halo of damp curls. Heavy-lidded eyes tracked my movement, and she crooked a finger at me, beckoning me back.
