Page 63 of The Wiener Across the Way

“Darlin, I know that look. You think I’m all talk, and I’ll bet you whoever else you’ve slept with couldn’t fulfill those kind of promises.” He kissed his way from one ear to the other “But I guarantee, I’m going to make you forget every single one of their names. You’re going to forget that they existed.”

Then he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. And... oh, god. I didn’t just forget the name of every boyfriend I’d ever had, I think I forgot my own name. That chest, those abs, and the expression on his face as he looked down at me like I was the snack, it was all mesmerizing.

“I can make you come with your clothes on, babe, but I think we’ll both have more fun if you take them off.” He reached for his jeans and pulled the button open and, yeah, sure, I should take my clothes off, but I was a little busy watching him strip for me.

I’d felt the hard length of him when he had me up against that tree, I’d practically seen the outline of it when he’d been wearing those gray sweatpants that day at Rust Rocks. So I had an idea of what he was about to reveal, and I absolutely could not look away.

Declan shucked his jeans, literally tossing them over his shoulder and oh, boy, he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. There had been mere millimeters of fabric between us and that gave me such a thrill that I got goosebumps all up and down my arms and chest.

He knelt before me, completely naked and utterly sublime. My eyes trailed over his rippling muscles, his golden skin bronzed by the sun, and his thick, erect dick that stood tall andbold. Desire pooled deep within me, a primal need to touch him, to taste him, rose up, threatening to consume me whole.

He was big... everywhere. And yet I knew absolutely that we would fit together perfectly.

“You’re unbelievably hot,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper as I reached out and ran my fingers over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles, the trail of hair that led down below.

He was built like a god, the kind that fought battles, not posed for a camera. He was exactly my vision of perfection, and I was about to be the luckiest girl in the world.

It was definitely my turn, and I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, savoring the sun on my skin. I did the same with my leggings, keeping my eyes locked on his as I slid them down my legs.

I was acutely aware of the fact that I was exposing myself to him, that I was placing myself completely in his hands. And where I might have been afraid with other men, men who were caught up in the trappings of fame and the Hollywood ideal of beauty, I already knew Declan didn’t care.

No, it wasn’t that he didn’t care. He did. But he had already shown me exactly how much he liked what my body had to offer. I didn’t question even for a second if my thighs or my ass were too big for him, if the rolls of my skin would turn him off, or if he would want the lights out.

We were baring ourselves to each other in the light of the day and the look he had on his face as I revealed another inch of skin was hotter than the sun shining down on us.

I reached for my bra, but he grabbed my hand. “Stop. Let me.”

He gave me a little push, so that I laid back down on the blanket, and then covered my body with his, holding himself above me. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked me over,his fingers trailing over the curve of my hip, down my thigh, and back again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I drew in a sharp breath, my nerves and excitement causing my body to tremble in anticipation. My heart pounded in my chest as Declan lowered himself between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Tell me you want this, Kelsey. Tell me you want me to finish stripping you bare. Say you want me to fuck you.” His voice was low and husky, and god, was there anything sexier than a man who actually asked for consent?

I nodded, my voice unable to form the words. Declan’s lips sought mine in a kiss that took my breath away, one filled with promise. Absolute trust and love washed over me, knowing that I was giving myself to him completely, both physically and emotionally.

“Say it, Kelsey. I need to hear that you want me.” The words were a demand and at the same time, the barest vulnerability.

“I want you, Declan. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, to take me and make me yours. I want you.” More than I’d ever wanted any man.

He smiled like I’d just lit up the universe with stars. “That’s my good girl.”

He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue teasing mine in a dance that left me breathless. I could feel his cock grazing against my thigh and cursed that he hadn’t let me take off my panties. I could have just spread my thighs and grabbed his ass to guide him into me.

“I’ve still got too many clothes on. Please take them off. Touch me. Touch all of me.”

“You forget that I’m the bossy one here, Kels.”

His hands and mouth were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body, leaving a trail of arousal in their wake. He kissedmy breasts over the bra, gently biting at my nipples until I was sure they would break through the material they were so hard. I moaned softly, wanting more.

“Please, Declan.”

He kissed me again, this time more demanding, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as his body pressed against mine. I could feel the hardness of him against my panties and squirmed, trying to get just a little friction where I needed it most.

“God, Kelsey, you’re driving me crazy. But not yet, I want you so badly, and I’m going to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life.” Declan smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“I want to taste you, Kelsey. I want to explore every inch of you, and make sure you’re ready for me, exactly the way I want you.”

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