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I kick off my shoes, pull myself out of his lap, then hold out a hand to him. “Come here.”

He rises, making an exaggerated show of trying to not trip himself again, which makes me laugh until I snort.

“It’s notthatbad.”

“It’s iconic,” he replies. “You’ve done it all the way. Good for you.”

“Take your shoes off.”

“Will I be able to find them again, or are they a sacrifice to whatever gods have let me into your bedroom?”

“They’re gone. They’re mine now.”

He grins, then whips his shoes off and tosses them over his shoulder.

One hits the wall, and we both temporarily freeze.

The other lands in a pile of empty chip bags.

“Iconic,” he repeats reverently.

I’m laughing as I pull him to the bed, dislocating Flow, who grumps at us as she scoots over and makes room, but then Declan’s on top of me and I’m kissing him and stroking his hot skin and tugging at his cotton shorts until he kicks them off the bed, and the world outside of this man ceases to exist.

“Take my bra off,” I order between kisses.

He flicks the clasp open one-handed, then uses his teeth to pull the straps down, his stubbled face trailing down my arms lighting my nerves up like fireworks.

My breasts ache.

My clit does too.

I’m soaked between my thighs.

Panting for more.

And he’s delicately slipping my bra off without touching my breasts at all.

“Touch me,” I beg.

“Where?”

“My breasts. Touch my breasts.”

He pokes me in one. “Like this?”

“Donotbe an asshole.”

He grins, and then he lowers his mouth to my chest and sucks on one nipple while he rubs the other with his wide, flat thumb.

“Oh, yes, yes, like that,” I pant, arching my back.

“Delicious,” he murmurs.

“Take my panties off.”

He switches his mouth to my other nipple as he hooks a thumb under my panties and tortures me with his slow obedience, turning me inside out with the way his tongue flicks over my nipples and the way his fingers touch my hip, my inner thigh, everywhere but my pussy.

When he’s finally tugged them off and tossed them off the bed too, he gives my nipple one last hard suck that has me panting and writhing in ecstasy, then peers at me. “Now what?”