Page 75 of Killaney Blood
God help me, that look.
Dress shirt snug over his muscular chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tattoos inked across his forearms. It shouldn't be this hot. But it is. He could walk around in that all day and I'd follow him anywhere.
His eyes rake over me, and I swear, I feel it in my toes.
"How's everything?" I ask, trying to keep my voice casual.
"Good," he says. "Now that the Albanians are dealt with, and you're safe here, there's some family shit to sort out. A feather, and," he pauses, "but that's boring stuff. Anyway," he says, stepping forward, "look at you."
I do a playful bow. "Yes, I feel like royalty in this thing. In this house."
He smiles. "It looks good on you."
"So what's under the robe?" he asks, voice dropping a register.
I raise a brow. "Would you like to see?"
He looks me up and down, his eyes darkening with lust. "More than anything."
I reach for the belt of my robe, untying it slowly. It parts and I let it slide off my shoulders onto the floor.
I stand naked before him, skin still flushed from the bath, hair damp around my shoulders.
"Well," I say, with a smile, "come have a look."
"Fucking perfect," he says, coming up to me. He grabs my face and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss him back and moan and he grabs my ass, pulling me to him.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he says, voice rough.
I do and he drops to his knees in front of me.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands and I obey.
His mouth presses against my stomach, hot and open. He playfully bites my hip as he works his way down, kissing and licking. His stubble scratches my inner thigh and I gasp because I know what's coming.
He looks up at me, green eyes dark with hunger, before burying his face between my thighs.
I moan as his tongue slides across my clit, slowly. I lay back on the bed and my fingers tangle in his hair as he eats me out like he hasn't tasted anything in days. It's sinful.
He sucks my clit between his lips and sets a pace that's going to have me shattering in record time.
I cry out, hips jerking forward, grinding into his face.
He groans, spreading me wider with his thumbs, licking deeper, circling my entrance, licking and sucking. My legs start to shake.
"Declan—" I gasp, "Oh my God."
He doesn't stop.
Doesn't even pause.
He hooks both my legs over his shoulders and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my slit over and over.
It's heaven.
I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing but it's no use. I'm getting numb, my body on fire and tingling as he's pushing me closer to the edge.
I shake and twist, but he pins me in place, not letting me go until I'm undone.
