Yes, this is just sex.
It has to be.
That’s all we are, and that’s fine. It’s fantastic.
I tease at the hem of his polo shirt, the pads of my fingers sliding under the cotton, across the ladder of his abs. His breath hitches as I explore his skin.
I take my time, building anticipation, winding him up. “You feel so good,” I murmur as I lift up his shirt, slowly at first, inch by inch, bending, so I can kiss my way up his abs as I go.
My mouth roams across his stomach, and his fingers coil around my head. “Yes, do that,” he urges.
I do as asked, licking and tasting and groaning.
He groans too with every flick of my tongue.
When I reach his pecs, I speed up, yanking his shirt over his head.
Declan lets it fall to the floor. I stare at his chest, breathless.
I’ve gazed at him countless times. But this is the first time I’ve stared at him when our bodies are about to join.
Our eyes lock.
Screw taking it slow.
Faster now, I unsnap his jeans, push them down, then his boxer briefs. He helps me along, kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes.
My skin scorches when his cock says hello.
I curl a fist around his dick, unleashing a carnal groan as I feel his hot, hard length, then as I slide my thumb over that first, delicious drop of liquid arousal. I bring it to my lips, smear it over them, and lick it off.
“Need you now,” he says on a rough shudder, then his hands fly, and he’s grabbing at my shirt, tugging it over my head, yanking at my jeans.
In mere seconds, we’re both down to nothing, and he backs me up to the bed, pushes me down.
I scoot up, eyes on him the whole time. He’s like a tiger hunting his prey.
Hunt me, Declan.
Please.
Have me.
He climbs over me, covers me, and fucks my mouth with his tongue.
Hungry, greedy kisses.
Consuming kisses.
I am sparking everywhere.
My dick is leaking, and my body is aching for him.
I wanted to tease him, toy with him, but holy hell, the feel of his weight on me is extraordinary. I love his strength, I need his strength, and he gives it to me as he moves down my body.
Kissing my tattoos.
Licking the arrow, the mountains, the compass.
Teasing my nipples.
Biting.
Flicking.
Most of all, savoring.
He kisses me like he’s never enjoyed kissing this much. Maybe that’s crazy, but I feel all sorts of crazy tonight. “I have to have you, Grant. I can’t get enough of you. Your skin, your scent, your body,” he says, raising his face as he nears my cock, then buries his nose between my thighs, inhaling me.
I arch up, moaning as his nose travels across my skin, his stubble grazing my dick.
Then, with a wicked arch of his brow, and a naughty flicker in his eyes, he takes my shaft in his mouth.
“Yes,” I grunt, bucking up instantly, pleasure searing my blood. He drags me in deep, sucking hard, then drawing back as he licks a stripe up the underside. I shudder out a breath. “I’m pretty sure you want me to come while you’re inside me, right?”
He moans against my cock, then lets the head fall from his lush lips. “Feisty, aren’t you? And yes, I really fucking do,” he says darkly.
“Then don’t suck me so good right now,” I warn.
He hums around my length, licking the crown. “So hard to stop. You taste so good,” he murmurs as lust tears through me.
I grab his head, my body trembling. “Bet I feel good too. Bet my ass feels great. How about trying that?”
Declan lets go, lifts his face, pushes up on his arms, and prowls, just fucking prowls over me, like an animal. “You are so sexy it’s killing me.”
His arms pin me.
His gaze torches me.
And I don’t want this to end.
I want him to take me like this.
But even though I want to be taken, I also want to show him I can drive him insane with pleasure too.
I slide my hands up his strong arms, curving over his muscles, gripping his biceps. And I flip him to his back.
As I climb over him, he arches an appreciative brow. “Nice move, rookie.”
Then I kiss my way down his body, making him writhe and groan, curse and shudder.
And I memorize each sound, each sigh. I save it for later—for when this ends, for when I need to get off.
Since this is just sex.
Just sex.
Only, that’s a lie, and I know it.
This isn’t just sex.
At least not for me.
It’s so much more.
And I kiss him that way, so he knows in my touch what’s happening in my heart. I want him to feel consumed in every way, like I do.
“Grant,” he rasps out, and my name has never sounded more frantic, more fevered than in his sexy, throaty rumble.