“You make me sound like a stalker.”
A giggle escaped her. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Thousands of women would love to call you their stalker.”
“Are you saying you want me to be your stalker?” He rounded the side of the bed and crawled onto the mattress to join her, dropping the condom on the bedside table before he collapsed next to her. Stretching out his hand, he touched her, drifting his fingers along her breasts, across her belly, sliding between her legs. Her skin was like silk, soft and alluring, and he was unable to resist. If he had his choice, he’d keep on touching her for hours.
Days.
His searching fingers seemed to spark her into action. She moved so fast, the next thing he knew she was on top of him, staring into his face, her hair falling all around them like a dark curtain. A sensual smile curved her lips and she darted out her tongue, licking them to a sexy shine.
“It would be an honor,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes.
All the blood in his body seemed to drain south, settling in his throbbing cock, which happened to brush against her tempting ass. She wiggled against him like she was doing it on purpose, making his eyes cross, and he clamped his hands down, keeping her in place. Pressed nice and close against his cock.
Her eyelids fluttered as she fought against his firm grip, her ass still moving against his cock, making him eager to thrust inside her welcoming body.
“Slow down.” He smoothed his hands along the curves of her plump flesh, his fingers getting closer and closer to her wet, hot center. She shivered in his arms, bending over him so she could settle her lips on his in a decadent kiss. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips as her legs fell open wider, as if encouraging his touch. “I planned on savoring you, but…”
“I don’t want you to,” she immediately answered, lifting her head so he cou
ld rain kisses along the column of her neck. “Please.”
It was the “please” that made him lift her away so she fell to his side. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom so he could tear into the wrapper and slide it over his cock. She watched with an eager gaze, moving closer so she could kiss his chest, her hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock around the base.
But he was quicker, flipping over her so he hovered above her, his hips wedged between her thighs, his cock poised and beyond ready for entry. She stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
So fucking beautiful.
He wanted to imprint this moment into his memory. The moment where he first slid inside Reagan’s body. Because when he entered her, felt the stretch and pull of her inner walls clasp tight around him, he closed his eyes, buried his face in her hair…
And realized he never, ever wanted to leave.
The man was huge. And heavy. His cock filled her completely up, his big body weighed over her, hot and solid and so amazingly firm. She wanted to run her hands all over every single inch of him, memorize his skin with her fingertips.
So she did. Her hands were everywhere all at once, and he hovered above her, his jaw tight, sweat on his forehead, hair nearly falling into his eyes as his cock throbbed deep inside her body. And he hadn’t even really moved yet.
She was afraid if he did, she might spontaneously combust.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he muttered hoarsely, sounding tortured.
Reagan gazed up at him, saw the restraint in his face, the distended cords of muscle in his neck. His arms were shaking and she reached out, ran her fingers along their length, causing gooseflesh to rise. “So do you.”
Declan shifted, sending him deeper, and they groaned in unison. “I can hardly move.”
“Why?” she asked, glancing down so she could stare at where their bodies connected. Oh, that was hot. His hips were smashed against hers and he was buried inside her to the very hilt. He lifted his hips, his cock withdrawing from her body slowly, and everything inside her fluttered and liquefied.
“I’m afraid I’ll—” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “—come too soon.”
Oh. She liked that. She liked that a lot. His admission did funny things to her stomach, making her feel…too much.
And she shouldn’t. This was a one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less.
“We have all night.” She curled her arms around his waist, running her hands along his ass, her nails lightly scratching the firm slabs of muscle. “To do this again and again.”
He raised his brow, flashing her that sexy, self-assured look she was beginning to like so much. “That’s a valid point.”
“I know.” She pressed her hands against his butt, encouraging him, and he began to move, slowly at first. Taking his time.
Driving her right out of her mind.