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I grabbed his face and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth. He was stunned but quickly caught up, wrapping his strong arms around me and deepening the kiss.
“Declan,” I panted as he kissed my neck. “Declan, take me home.”
“Anything, killer. I will do anything you want.”
He knew me better than I knew myself. He knew what would help me and heal me.
22
DECLAN
The ride home was frenzied—wecouldn’t keep our hands off each other. I desperately tried to keep my eyes on the road while Astrid kissed me and nibbled my earlobes.
Watching her fiery rage had turned me on. When I bought her the sledgehammer, I had never expected that she would use it like that. That she would let go of all that she had bottled up inside her. She was so strong, so fearless, that my admiration only grew deeper. Astrid was something special.
We kissed at stoplights and grabbed at each other like teenagers.
When I finally pulled in my driveway, she shucked her jacket and straddled me.
I had been dreaming about this moment. My seatbelt was still on but I didn’t care. I had this incredible goddess on top of me, touching me, igniting me with her every touch.
My hands roamed down her shoulders, settling at her waist. I was consumed by her mouth, her hands, and her soft, warm body. I moved my mouth down her neck, softly searching for her secret spots while my hands settled onto her glorious ass. “Declan,” she gasped as I tasted where her neck and shoulder met, and I was rewarded when she started to grind on my hard-as-steel cock. Her hands roamed up under my T-shirt, and I broke our kiss long enough to unbutton her jeans, revealing a scrap of lace under my fingertips. We were kissing and groping and grinding, and it was the single hottest moment of my life. My brain was short-circuiting and I needed to get control of the situation before I ended up embarrassing myself. I pulled back and looked at her. She was straddling me and looking wild and disheveled and unbearably hot. One thing was clear. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and she was not hiding it.
“Astrid, we need to go inside.”
She nodded, her eyes hooded with lust.
I carried her into the house, her jeans still unbuttoned, and we left a trail of clothes and boots in our wake. After sending Ginger outside, we made it to my bedroom.
I pushed her sweater up, kissing my way from her belly to her collarbones. She writhed and giggled as I held her down, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. Every inch of her was more beautiful than the last. I could die a happy man settled between her glorious breasts. I reached around to free them from their black lace cage and was rewarded with the most perfect pink nipples I had ever seen. Her breasts were larger than I expected, round and firm and the perfect handful. I sucked them greedily while she writhed underneath me, her hands tangled in my hair. I bit down, testing her reaction, and watched as her entire body shuddered with pleasure.
My killer likes it a bit rough. Noted.
While I was worshipping her breasts, she managed to get my T-shirt over my head. She pushed me back and drank me in. “You are so hot,” she moaned while kissing and licking my chest. I knew this was going to be a power struggle. I knew she wouldn’t just let me take control. And that made it even hotter. Astrid was not one to back down, ever. And I was up for the challenge.
Her fingers lingered on the waistband of my jeans while she stroked my cock outside its denim prison. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. “Please,” she said, her lips swollen from our kisses. I would have given her anything in that moment. I allowed her to unzip my jeans and free my throbbing cock.
She gasped. That was an ego boost. And she immediately grasped it with her long, graceful fingers. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only an agonizing few seconds, she gently lowered her mouth down and licked the top with the flat of her tongue.
An electric shock shot through my body, and I knew I couldn’t last long. She began working me with her hungry mouth, sucking and licking and gently tugging my balls. She was thorough and focused and clearly determined to make me lose my mind.
“You’re killing me. You have to stop.”
She looked up at me defiantly and shook her head. “Make me.”
I almost finished right then and there. Her attitude and the look of pure lusty annoyance on her face nearly did me in. I knew I had to take control of this situation immediately. Luckily I was a lot bigger. I stepped back and pushed her up on the bed. She immediately snapped her legs shut. “I wasn’t done,” she pouted.
I ran my hands through my hair, trying to slow my racing heart. “You can suck my cock any time you want. Just please let me taste you first. I’ve been dreaming of this pussy.”
She gave me one of her frosty ice queen looks and slowly, oh so slowly, opened her legs. I stood and watched her slowly surrender to me. I was going to drive her wild and have her screaming my name in no time.
She was lying back on my bed, naked except for a tiny pair of panties. She may have looked totally nonplussed, but I saw her chest heaving and I could practically feel her racing heartbeat. I was going to savor every minute of this.
I kissed my way up those glorious long legs, nipping at her inner thighs. She squirmed and giggled, and I held her down with my hands.
I stroked her over her panties, reveling in her wetness and the way her back arched off the bed. It was a relief to know that she was just as desperate as I was. I carefully lowered my mouth, teasing her before slowly pulling those panties down her strong legs. I wanted to rip them off, but I knew that I had to be patient with Astrid. I had to show her how much I wanted her by exercising restraint.
One lick and I was done for. She was slick and warm and sweet and so much better than I imagined. And I had done my fair share of imagining.
