Page 60 of Try Me

Pearl closed her eyes as Declan slid his mouth along the curve of her collarbone to her shoulder. “That’s not much of a punishment,” she said, dragging his mouth back.

The kiss was soft at first and then suddenly urgent, becoming hard and hungry.

Lightning crashed, and rain began to fall. Declan picked Pearl up and carried her inside. He slammed the door behind them just as the lights flickered, leaving them in darkness.

“Hang on,” he said, putting her down while he lit the candles and placed them around the bed.

The candlelight flickered over Pearl’s bronze skin, dancing over the curves and lines of her body. Her face turned to his, and she gave him a look that he couldn’t quite read.

“Everything okay?” he asked, wanting to curse himself for taking his hands off her and giving her a chance to think. It terrified him that she would come to her senses and change her mind.

“You’re a romantic, aren’t you?” she asked.

“No one has ever accused me of that before,” he said.

“You lit the candles.”

“Because I want to see you. We aren’t doing this in the dark.”

Pearl stared up at him, her eyes glassy. “Oh, shit,” she mumbled.

“What?” Declan asked.

She shook her head and reached for him. “Nothing. Just kiss me.”

He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. Then they were kissing again. Kissing as if they had never stopped. They paused only long enough to get rid of his clothes, then went back to kissing.

The storm raged around them. Rain pelted the tin roof of the cabin. Wind beat against the windows, and lightning fractured the sky.

Declan heard only the frantic beat of his heart as he slid his mouth over Pearl’s skin, tasting every inch of her the way he’d been fantasizing about since that first night after surfing with her at Sharp Park.

He kissed her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.

He kissed her flat stomach, pausing at her navel to run his tongue over her pulse point.

He kissed the smooth skin of her hips, and when he came to the triangle of curls between her legs, he licked her. The first touch of his tongue sent her arching off the bed, but he held her down with a firm hand, determined to taste all of Pearl.

Dragging her hips over the edge of the thin mattress, he spread her open before him like a delicate dessert. Kneeling in front of her, he traced a finger down her seam and then worshiped her with his mouth.

He flicked his tongue repeatedly over the sensitive bud of her clitoris with strong, bold licks until Pearl’s cries rivaled the boom of thunder outside. When he’d driven her nearly mad, he slid one finger inside her wet heat. Her muscles immediately clenched around him. He slid another finger inside and stretched her wide. His mouth continued to torture her clit as his fingers built a rhythm inside her.

“Declan,” she panted, coming up on her elbows to look down at him.

He looked up at her, suddenly concerned that she didn’t like what he was doing. But one look at her face told him otherwise. Her eyes sizzled, shooting daggers at him.

“I need to touch you,” she said.

“You will.”

“Now.”

“You’re the bossiest woman I’ve ever known.”

Declan bent his head back to his task. She struggled, tugging his hair and writhing against him.

“Declan,” she said, her voice breathless. “If you keep that up…” His fingers stroked, and she gasped. “I’m going to…”

“Good,” he said, and pushed his fingers deeper, hitting a sweet spot inside her that made her lose control.

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