“No pretending you want something because you think I do.”
“I’m not.” I held his gaze. “I want it with you.”
He searched my face for another second, then nodded once.
The trust in that nod nearly destroyed me.
He pushed in slowly at first. Bare. Hot. Too much and exactly right. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out. He filled meinch by inch, one hand braced on the counter beside mine, the other wrapped around my hip, holding me steady while my body fought and welcomed him at the same time.
When he was all the way inside, he stopped.
I could feel him shaking.
“Move,” I said.
“Give yourself a second.”
“I had a second. Move.”
His laugh was rough against my neck. “Impatient.”
“Yes.”
He pulled back and drove in.
The counter dug into my palms. Pleasure punched through me, bright and deep, knocking the air out of my lungs. He did it again, harder. Then again. The careful patience snapped into something faster, rougher, not angry, never that, but hungry in a way that felt like confession. His hips hit my ass with a sound that made my face burn. His beard scraped my neck as he kept kissing me, sucking, biting soft places while he fucked me hard enough that the dishes rattled in the cabinet.
I couldn’t track anything except him.
His hand slid around my cock, but didn’t stroke yet. Just held me, slick and firm, while his thrusts pushed me into his grip.
“Stay with me,” he said.
“I’m here.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m here.”
His hand began to move.
My elbows nearly gave out.
He adjusted, arm across my chest, hauling me up against him while he kept fucking me. The angle changed and I swore, loud enough that Tiny barked from the living room like he had concerns about workplace safety.
Declan didn’t stop. “He’s fine.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Then come.”
Permission. Simple. Devastating.
I came all over the side of the counter and his hand, shaking so hard he had to hold me upright. It tore through me with no dignity at all, my body clenching around him, sounds falling out of my mouth that I couldn’t organize into words. Declan cursed against my shoulder and drove in deep, once, twice, then stayed there as he came inside me.
