Page 68 of Wild Ever After
“Yeah, but…” Anticipation builds even before I say the words. “I wanna go home and have sex in every room of your house.”
His brows rise.
“If you need to stay a little lo—”
My words are cut off as he picks me up and tosses me over one shoulder. Through my laughter, I think I hear him call, “Later, boys.”
He doesn’t put me down until he’s taken me through the house and out the front door. My feet hit the ground, and before I know which way is up, his mouth is on mine, kissing me in a way that has my toes curling.
He lets out a pained groan as he pulls away, then laces our fingers together as we hurry back to his house.
Once we’re inside, he wastes no time. His hands frame my face, and his lips are back on mine. He picks me up again, not breaking the kiss, and I wrap my legs around him as he walks us upstairs.
He lays me on his bed and then stares down at me so long, I start to worry he’s changed his mind.
“Everything okay?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve been picturing having you naked in my bed for weeks.”
He still doesn’t move, just continues to look at me.
“Should I just sit here quietly while you have a moment?” A humored smile tugs at my lips. I don’t know how he continues to make me feel so wanted.
“Oh no, baby. Please don’t stay quiet.” Finally moving, he climbs onto the bed and invades my space until I’m forced onto my back. “In fact, feel free to scream all you want.”
We’re a tangle of eager limbs and a clash of hungry lips after that. His palms slide up my calves to my thighs and then under the skirt of my swimsuit cover. I fist his shirt in both hands so he can’t leave me.
Hooking one arm around me, he pulls me to a sitting position and works my swimsuit cover over my head. Dark eyes drop to my lips, which already feel swollen from his hard kisses. It’s my mouth he watches as his fingers pull the knot of my bikini top free. I toss that to the side too and reach for the hem of his T-shirt and tug it up.
An involuntary sigh escapes at the sight of his chest and stomach muscles. His lips pull up into the tiniest of smiles at the sound.
“Not a scream,” I whisper, scraping my nails over the dips and ridges of his upper body.
“Not yet, but we’re just getting started.” He nips my lower lip. “Lie down, baby.”
Goosebumps dot my skin as I follow his instructions. He starts at my ankle, pressing his lips tenderly to the skin and then gliding his mouth up, letting his tongue peek out and his teeth lightly graze my flesh.
His hands and mouth caress me in the most adoring way. He’s as thorough in his kissing my body as he is in everything else he does. The ache in my core is almost unbearable when he finally grips the fabric of my bikini bottoms in his teeth and tugs them down.
I’m all too happy to help get them off. Declan lets out a tortured groan when I’m bare to him.
“You’re so wet.” He drags a finger over my center.
“You were walking around all day without a shirt on.”
“I do that a lot of days. At least at home.”
I give him a coy grin.
“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when he realizes the implication of my words. Then he covers my pussy with his mouth. My hips arch, but he keeps me pinned in place.
Gone is the slow and patient guy I’ve come to know. He’s a man on a mission. He has my first orgasm hitting in seconds, and he doesn’t stop, even when I scream out his name.
His talented mouth continues to lick and suck, and he adds a finger and then two, until I am chasing that release a second time.
He kisses up my body and he takes a nipple into his mouth. I am so overcome with sensation that tears prick behind my eyes. With a hand, I push at his chest until he sits back. His gaze searches my face for understanding.
“My turn.”
