Page 74 of Try Me

He did as he was told, coming to stand at the edge of the bed.

They stared as if trying to memorize everything about each other.

“What do you think will happen with us?” Declan asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” Pearl admitted.

“I’m in too deep,” he said. “I don’t want it to end.” When Pearl tried to kiss him, Declan held back. “We have to talk about it eventually.”

“Not now,” she said, dropping to her knees on the floor and kissing the trail of hair that bisected the glorious muscles of Declan’s abdomen. She dragged her tongue along the vein that bulged near his hip and took his erection in her hand. Glancing up at Declan, she saw that he was looking down at her, his eyes hot as they followed her every move.

She loved the way he watched her as if he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She felt the same way about him. She wanted to taste him, to tease him and lick him as he’d done her. She wanted to please him, but she also wanted it for herself. She kissed his thigh and then sat back on her heels to look up at him. Their eyes met, and then she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the velvet skin of the head of his cock.

Declan’s hand came to the back of her neck, and his fingers fisted in her hair.

“You’re so sexy right now,” he told her.

Hot flashes of desire surged through Pearl at the sound of raw need in Declan’s voice. His eyes burned into her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She had no idea what they would do when they got back to Oahu, but she didn’t want to worry about that now. Closing her lips around him, she sucked him hard into her mouth, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat.

Declan groaned, and his cock twitched, growing even harder.

Pearl focused on making Declan feel good. She liked the cues he was giving her, the little noises he made when he enjoyed something and the way his hands clutched her hair. Hot liquid pooled between her thighs as Declan started to let go of the control he always had in place. He was burning for her, his breath coming in hard pants, the strong muscles in his thighs clenching.

Declan tugged her head back. “You’re killing me,” he said.

He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his neck, his chest, wherever her mouth could reach.

Their mouths crashed together in a tangle of tongues and teeth as Declan set her down on the kitchen counter.

“I can’t stop, Pearl.” Their eyes locked. He pulled her to the edge of the counter, guiding himself inside her entrance. “I don’t want to stop.”

Even as he entered her, stretching and filling her completely, he wasn’t talking about sex. He was claiming her, and Pearl couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.

“Don’t stop,” she said, grabbing his shoulders and shifting her hips so that she could take more of him.

His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a long moan. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said, the words ripping out of him as he pushed into her.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded. “Never stop.”

“You are so bossy,” Declan said. He pushed hard and deep, gripping her hips to keep her in place on the counter.

“You like it,” she said, arching against him.

His hands slid around to her ass, and he squeezed her hard enough to leave prints. “I love it,” he said, his voice pulled tight like a bow ready to snap.

The thought of Declan marking her body made the ball of fire in Pearl’s chest explode. She wanted to mark him, too. She wanted to claim Declan, to leave her mark on him so that everyone would know he was hers. She nipped his neck with her teeth, and he moaned. His cock pulsed inside her. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to make him gasp, then swept her tongue over the bite in a soothing stroke.

He tasted of salt and sweat and something woodsy, so intensely masculine, and so uniquely Declan that Pearl wanted to lap him up with her tongue. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, his smell, his kiss.

His mouth found her breast, and when his teeth clamped over her nipple, a lightning rod of heat exploded in her chest. Tremors shook her body, and she cinched her legs around his hips, her feet pressed against his thighs, her sex clenched around his cock.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, scraping his beard scruff against her aching breast. “So hot.”

She felt like she would catch fire. His mouth closed over her other nipple as he pushed inside her, stroking her deep and long until she couldn’t hold back anymore. The orgasm ripped through her, and she cried out.

A moment later Declan joined her and the sounds of their pleasure filled the small cabin and spilled out into the night.

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