My cheeks flush, and then his lips are back on mine, pulling me with him as he walks toward my bed. And once we reach it, I pull away just long enough to push him back onto it. I climb on top of him, almost as if to tell him I want this just as bad as he does.
My finger traces down his body until I find the little sliver of skin peeking out from under his shirt. Lucky for me, he’s not wearing as many layers, and with little effort, I’m able to slide my hands under his shirt. I grip his hips, my nails digging into his side, and he uses this opportunity to flip us over so he’s now hovering over me.
“You’re sexy when you take charge.” His breath tickles my neck. “But tonight is all about me makingyoufeel good, not the other way around.”
I watch him find my hands under his shirt and pull them free, pinning them above my head, as his teeth graze my bottom lip. They travel down my neck until they find my collarbone, a place I’ve realized is Declan’s favorite place to kiss me, and his hands follow.
Goosebumps follow the trail his finger leaves from my belly button to the button on my jeans, and a fire burns in my gut as he easily pops them open. It’s like a moment of déjà vu, but I don’t freeze this time as he tugs on the zipper.
He stares up at me as his index finger roams around the band of my underwear. The heat in his eyes matches the heat brewing in my stomach.
“Is this okay?” he wonders, his hand freezing above the waistband.
“I’ve never,” I pause, “no one has ever. I don’t—”
He pulls his hand away and grips my face; he kisses my lips softly, different from all the other ones we’ve shared tonight.
“Another time, then. When you’re ready. We aren’t doing anything tonight you’re not one hundred percent ready for.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Okay?”
I nod vigorously before grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him against me again. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass, pulling him down to my waist, so I can create some friction between us.
I slide my hands up his shirt, and he gets the memo I want it off.
His hands travel down my legs until he reaches my shoes. I forgot they were still on until this moment. He drags them off my feet, throwing them behind him to God knows where.
His hands dip into my jeans and around to cup my ass, but just long enough to pull them down around my thighs. He studies me as he pulls them all the way down, slightly struggling to get them over my feet, and pulls my socks away with them.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable but so safe in my life. Before he can hover over me again, I sit up on my knees and use his belt loops to pull him toward me, giving me the pleasure of undoing his jeans. He presses his mouth against mine before he gets off the bed to take his pants off the rest of the way.
I drop onto my butt, turning toward him to watch him undress. When he tries to pull out his second leg, it gets stuck, forcing him to hop around on one foot in an attempt to get it free. I can’t help but laugh. I don’t even bother trying to hold it in.
He finally gets them off and stalks toward me. “You think that’s funny, do you?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Sexy. Very sexy.”
“You’re damn right.” He grins, and God help me if I didn’t come right then. He reaches out, grabbing behind my knees and yanking me toward the edge of the bed.
Declan has always been hot. Even when I tried to ignore it. Even when I tried to fight it, I knew Declan Sanderson was one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. But right now, he just continues to prove it. He’s cocky but not overly cocky. He knows what to say but also when to hold back. And he makes me feel like the whole world revolves around me.
“Wait,” he says, his hands not moving from under my knees, “I don’t have a condom.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I didn’t think this would be happening today. I don’t even think I have any at my house.” A tiny grin covers his face. “I mean, we’d definitely be able to find one, just not in my room.”
“Hmph.” I bite my lip. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Does your brother have one?”
“I’m not borrowing a condom from my brother to have sex.”
“Well, it might be our only option.”
“I don’t even know if Cam has any. I don’t think he’s had sex since Maia.”
“Remember when I said earlier that nothing about you is a turn-off?” he wonders, and I nod. “Us talking about your brother’s sex life might be.”
“You brought it up.”
