Page 61 of Try Me

Winter Storm

Pearl

Pleasure ripped through Pearl.She gripped the mattress as her hips bucked. Declan scraped his teeth over her clit, and she went wild, seizing with pleasure. Her muscles quivered. Her body tightened.

When Pearl regained her senses, she looked down at him. His golden hair gleamed in the candlelight as he lifted his head from the juncture of her thighs. His eyes sizzled. His mouth shined, wet from her juices. The sight of his hot eyes and his wet mouth sparked another bolt of pleasure rippling through her body. She lay back against the thin mattress for a moment, incapable of movement.

Men had done this to her before. She wasn’t inexperienced. But she’d never had anyone treat her like this, or kiss her like that. Declan acted like he actually wanted to do it. Like he would have been disappointed if she’d asked him to stop.

Scraping his prickly jaw over her inner thigh, he caused another echo of sensations to course through her. The fire of lust in her belly that had just been thoroughly quenched started to burn again.

He stood up between her thighs. Pearl looked up at him. She loved looking at Declan. He was the picture of masculine beauty.

Candlelight flickered over his sculpted jaw, setting the gold in his hair on fire. Shadows danced along the muscles of his defined chest. Her eyes dropped lower, and she stared boldly at the stiff erection between his legs.

She sat up, reaching for what she wanted.

Declan took a step back, then turned around and disappeared into the tiny kitchen where the candlelight didn’t reach. She heard his footsteps and then a moment later, his muffled curse.

He came back to the bed where she lay still boneless.

“Hey,” he said, putting one knee on the bed between her thighs.

His voice ignited a spark in her belly. It was only one word, but it melted her.

“Heh,” she said, smiling up at him. She felt giddy from the recent high of the orgasm.

“So, I’m not very prepared for this,” he said. He opened his hand to reveal a small packet. “I only have one.”

She smiled. In Pearl’s experience, men rarely volunteered to wear condoms. They vowed to pull out in time, or tried to promise they knew what they were doing. It was one reason Pearl was on the pill.

“I won’t get pregnant,” Pearl said. “Don’t worry.”

“That’s good,” he said, squinting down at the condom packet in the low light of the cabin. “I think this thing may be expired.” He leaned over her. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “We can quit right now.”

Declan was giving her a way out. Giving her the power, even if it left him unsatisfied. She liked that about him. Her gaze dropped from his gorgeous face to his chest, sculpted with lean muscle and sprinkled with golden hair. She liked a lot of things about him.

Her eyes followed the trail of flaxen hair that grew darker and thicker below his navel.

Heat spread through her as she eyed the thick erection standing at attention between his powerful thighs.

She raised her eyes slowly up his body to his face. Declan’s gaze was usually ice-cold and mysterious, but now it was scorching-hot and wide open. She could see in his gaze how desperately he wanted her. Feel it in his body. Taste it in the thick, humid air.

“You don’t want to quit,” she said.

The lantern flickered, casting a shadow across Declan’s face. His eyes flared in the low light as they pinned hers. “This isn’t just about me,” he said. “What do you want?” he asked.

Pearl reached up and cupped the back of Declan’s neck, pulling him closer. She kissed him hard, showing him what she wanted. Her tongue teased his lips, eliciting a low moan from his throat. He opened his mouth to hers, and their tongues intertwined.

He tasted dark and sweet and sexy. She’d never tasted herself on a man’s lips before, and it surprised her how much it turned her on. The taste reminded her of how good Declan’s mouth had felt. Another flame of desire licked through her center, making her skin burn.

She wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to make him feel as good as what he’d made her feel. Pearl spread her hand over Declan’s chest. She loved the feel of his sleek muscles under her fingers. His skin was warm and soft over a layer of hard muscle. Crisp hair curled under her touch. She ran her thumb over his taut nipple.

He kissed her harder.

Her hand slid lower, following the thin line of soft hair that bisected his chest.

So ono.

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