Page 106 of A Game Plan for Love

“How many of these things do you own?” he asks, voice rough like gravel on a scraped knee. His fingers play with the thin, lacy strap of the emerald green balconette bra I bought last week.

I’ve never been one to care about my undergarments, but after his response to myfancybra—the purple lace with daisies—I found myself scrolling online and making purchases I would never have justified in the past.

He looks utterly devastated in the best of ways when he looks at me, and it only gets stronger when there’s lace involved.

“Just the two,” I respond, goosebumps breaking out along my flesh as his finger trails along the cup of the bra.

He rips his wallet out of his back pocket and slams it onto the counter. “Buy a dozen more,” he demands.

I laugh, but he doesn’t join in. Oh, he’s serious.

“I don’t need—”

“A. Dozen. More.”

His hands squeeze my waist, and his erection digs into my inner thigh, hard and solid against me. “Oh, alright.”

I cave immediately to his demands, my head growing dizzy from the way he presses into me, and the soothing nature of his thumb swiping against my abdomen.

Declan drops his head and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, then my chest, all the way down my body until he’s kneeling on the kitchen floor and his fingers play with the band of my underwear.

He places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, right along the lace, and I shiver.

“Declan.” His name falls from my lips—a plea, a prayer, a promise.

In one fluid movement, he pulls my underwear to the side and sucks my clit between his teeth. The sudden pleasure strikes my core like a rogue arrow, and I fling my arms out to clutch the marbled countertops for stability.

Large palms land on each of my thighs and spread me open further. The cool air bites against my wetness pooling between my thighs, and I hiss in pleasure when Declan slides a finger inside me, curling it toward him.

He is gettingso manystickers for this.

In minutes, I’m teetering on a tightrope, ready to fall into oblivion, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter as he adds another finger.

“You taste fuckingdelicious,” he murmurs against my skin, pressing teasing kisses to my thighs.

“Please,”I beg, so close to an orgasm, my muscles begin to twitch, desperate for the release.

My fingers twine into the strands of his hair and tug, guiding him back to where I want him,needhim. He releases a low chuckle, but heeds my silent demand, and then I’m falling off the tightrope, plummeting into the orgasm. Stars blur my vision, but Declan continues to pump his fingers until I slump back on the counter.

He rises with a glorious, smug smile, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, reaching out to cradle my flushed cheek.

“All your compliments are going to go to my head,” I say teasingly.

“Rightfully so.”

His eyes flicker down to my breasts, rising and falling rapidly as I catch my breath, and before I can react, he lifts me off the counter, hikes me over his shoulder, and dashes to his bedroom. My legs bounce against his chest, and I fall into a fit of giggles.

“Let me go!” I demand, though it holds no menace as I continue to laugh.

His chest rumbles, and instead of releasing me, a palm lands on my ass followed by a sharp, pleasurable sting. He kicks the door open, and it bangs against the wall as he saunters over to the bed and drops me onto the mattress. I land with a bounce, and Declan stands at the edge of the bed, throat bobbing as I lift onto my elbows.

“You are a caveman,” I tease, reaching out a foot to poke his thigh.

He’s watching me with such intensity that I squirm beneath his gaze, suddenly feeling very exposed in my underwear. I’ve witnessed many of his looks—bemusement, childlike joy, hunger—but this one, overflowing with affection and admiration, this one is new.

“Declan…are you—”

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