Page 73 of Huckleberry Hill
He wrapped his arms around me. “A pelt?”
I placed my hand on his chest and all but ran my fingers through his chest hair. “A pelt.”
“A pelt,” he repeated, turning his head and grazing his lips across my ear, causing me to shiver.
He held onto me as he stood and then he walked us toward the bedroom. Declan didn’t turn on the light, but there was enough illumination from the living room that I was able to see the curves of his shoulders and his tapered waist.
Declan gently lay me in the middle of the bed.
“I like it,” I said.
“Like what?”
“Your pelt.”
He wheezed out a laugh. “Woman, how am I supposed to make love to you if you’re making me laugh?”
“I don’t know,” I said wickedly. “Guess you’d better get creative.”
“Guess I’d better,” he agreed as he reached for my sweats.
I lifted up my hips and let him drag them off me so that I was splayed out naked.
Without a word, he bent his head toward the apex of my thighs. “Fuck.”
Anxiety rippled through me. “What?” I asked, trying to clamp my legs shut.
He placed his large hands on my inner thighs to keep me open. “You smell incredible.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I can smell your arousal and it’s fucking diabolical. I can’t wait to taste you.”
His gaze was trained on me for a moment and then he bent his head and gave me a slow, long lick. Declan was gentle, taking his time to savor me, to react to what I liked.
He listened when I gasped. He touched me where I needed. He paid attention to every nuance of my body—my body that had no choice but to follow the path of pleasure Declan laid out for me.
“Declan,” I moaned.
“I know, baby.”
He slid his hands beneath my ass and urged me to rest my legs on his shoulders. My back bowed off the bed when he gently sucked me into his mouth.
I was wet and writhing, trembling with need but Declan didn’t stop. He spurred me on, forcing me to give in to the pleasure waiting for me.
The tingles started at the top of my scalp and shot down my spine, spreading out through my core and then I was erupting around his tongue. Convulsing with my release, crying out my joy.
It wasn’t until I was gently floating back into my body that I realized my legs were still up on Declan’s shoulders and my thighs were squeezing his ears.
I slid them off his shoulders and stared at him. His mouth glistened with my release and with a swipe of his tongue across his lips, my desire flamed to life again.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered.
He stilled. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
