"I love you," I say against her lips.
"I love you, too. Now stop talking."
I grin and flip us so she's underneath me. "Yes, ma'am."
I savor every inch of skin. The curve of her hip. The dip of her waist. The swell of her breasts.
"You're staring," she murmurs.
"Can't help it. You're beautiful."
"You're biased."
"Absolutely." I kiss down her neck, her collarbone, and the valley between her breasts. "But that doesn't make it less true."
She gasps when my mouth closes over her nipple. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into my mouth.
My hand slides down her stomach, between her legs. She's already wet for me.
I reach for a condom, rolling it on with shaking hands before dropping on my back.
“Come here,” I say.
She eagerly obliges, crawling over me.
"I need you," she whispers.
"You have me. Always."
I help guide her as she positions herself over me, and then she's sinking, taking me inch by inch. We both groan at the sensation.
"God, Sutton," I breathe. "You feel incredible."
She braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. Slow at first, finding her rhythm. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat.
I grab her hips, helping her move. She's so perfect. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.
"Declan," she moans my name, and it sends heat straight through me.
"Look at me," I say.
Her eyes meet mine, and the connection is electric. This isn't just physical. It never has been with her. Every time we're together like this, it feels like we're cementing something deeper.
She picks up the pace, riding me harder.
I can feel her tightening around me, getting closer.
"Oh god," she cries out. "Right there."
"That's it, baby. Let me feel you."
Her movements become erratic and desperate. I thrust into her, matching her rhythm, both of us chasing releases.
She shatters, her body clenching around me as she cries out. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, groaning her name as pleasure crashes through me.
She collapses on my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Our hearts pound against each other.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair. "No matter what happens with Seattle or anything else, that won't change."
