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Her hands tightened on his shirt. “Declan?”
“Yes?” he asked gruffly.
“Please kiss me.”
It was the wrong thing to say to a man on the edge and he kicked at the door, getting it fully open and launching her onto the bed. His mouth found hers, his hands feverishly pulling at the fabric of her dress as he toed off his shoes. He broke away from their kiss to look down at her dress, his fingers struggling with the buttons. She shook her head, her own hands pulling at his shirt, dragging it over his head. “Just rip it.”
He gripped the cloth and yanked, the sound of the tear adding to the passion of the moment. As he met her mouth he slid his hand inside the open dress, greedy at the forbidden access, his hand roughly traveling up the curves of her bra and pulling the lace down, her breast popping free.
He paused, watching as his hand reverently passed over the nipple, soft and pink, the tip of it pebbling under his touch, her back arching into his hand, offering it up to him and greedy for more. She was so exposed, so trusting, and so, so beautiful. He needed everything, all at once. To push inside of her, to taste her, to bring her pleasure, to hear her cry. He wanted to rush but take his time. Take but give her pleasure. Savor yet inhale her need. He brought his mouth down to her breast, his grip biting into her, pulling her tighter, his control barely in place as he worshipped the skin with his tongue. She groaned, thrashing underneath him, her hands raking through his hair, his name a cry from her lips. She clawed at her dress, trying to work it over her shoulders and cursed when she got stuck with it over one arm. “Scissors,” she panted. “Top drawer.”
He pulled off, taking the moment to peel off his socks and yank his belt open. He opened the drawer, a set of yellow shears next to a paperback novel and a single blue condom wrapper. He pulled his attention away from the condom and picked up the scissors.
“Cut it off,” she begged, pulling the fabric away from her. “Hurry.”
He opened the shears and hesitated. “We could probably get it off you if you—” She snatched the scissors with an animal growl and proceeded to hack through the material like a madwoman. He grinned, her raw need clear in this unrestrained moment. She was so beautifully artless and sexy. God, I want her. Then her dress fell away, the lavender lace panties exposed, and he stopped thinking about anything.
He swore, pushing his jeans to the floor and climbing on top of her. Her skin was flushed, the matching bra half off, and he pulled the other strap down, baring both breasts to him, and feasting on the view.
“Please,” she begged, her hands reaching for him. “You have no idea how much I need this.”
He had a bit of an idea. There was a good chance, if she touched him right now, that he’d finish before she pulled him out of his underwear. He dragged his fingers down her body and along the seam of her panties, inching under the lace, exploring her, her greedy body pushing into his touch. She was so wet, so warm. He pushed two fingers in and she gripped him tightly, the feel of her incredible, and he closed his eyes at the sensation. Her hips moved, grinding against him, and he almost came undone.
“More,” she grunted, clawing at his chest as she pulled on the top of his underwear and caught his dick when it popped free.
She was a sexual beast. Unafraid. Unashamed. She was so different than any other woman he’d ever been with. So open. He moved his fingers quicker and hissed when she tightened her grip on him. She pulsed her hips up, meeting his hand, and stared up at him, mouth falling open, body tightening. The feel of her on his fingers … it was heaven. How would that feel around his cock? He swore at the thought, watching her face change. She was close to coming, and he could see every bit of her climb, saw the flush as it hit her skin, felt the tightening of her body, the grip of her hand, the tremble of those perfect thighs. When she broke, it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life, a full-body bloom of pleasure, unfiltered and unrestrained. She rode it, owned it, her body tightening and flexing in perfect sensual waves around his fingers. His cock flexed in her hand, jealous of the sensation. She came down, going limp and her eyes dragged open, finding his.
“Get the condom,” she groaned. “I need you, now.”
