Page 46 of Playing with Desire

He splayed his big hands against her back, stroking his palms all the way up her body, then sliding them down the slope of her spine until he reached the curve of her ass. He pushed his hands into the waistband of her panties, the only thing left she was wearing, and yanked them down her legs. She kicked her dress and underwear aside and gasped as two long fingers delved into her drenched pussy, then pushed all the way into her channel.

This time it was he who groaned, a low, growling sound that reverberated against the nipple between his lips and arrowed its way down to her pulsing sex. His thumb brushed across her clit, and her hips rocked shamelessly toward his hand, seeking the orgasm that was already gathering force between her legs.

He stopped before the climax hit, leaving her right on the edge as he removed his fingers from her weeping slit and his lips from her sensitive breasts. Standing up from his chair, he backed her against the edge of the table, then grasped her waist and lifted her so she was sitting on the surface, knees dangling over the sides.

“Here’s the deal, kitten,” he said, shoving her legs indecently wide apart with his hands and looking his fill of her with heated eyes that promised mind-shattering pleasure. “The first time you come, it’s going to be with my mouth eating your pussy. The second time, when I’m buried balls deep inside you. Got it?”

She could only manage a nod, his adamant demand making her wetter, hotter, more restless and needy.

“Lie back,” he ordered, and while she obeyed and reclined on the table, he arranged her legs over his shoulders and began kissing and biting his way up to her pussy. By the time he reached the apex, she was panting eagerly, her fingers fisting in his hair to guide him to the spot that ached and pulsed the most.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled both her arms down to her sides, keeping them pinned there to force her to take whatever he gave her, at his own pace. “You’re not in charge,” he said, glancing up the length of her body, his wet lips curved into a dark, wicked grin. “You’ll come when I’m ready to let you.”

He dipped his head and leisurely licked through her slit, his sinful tongue lapping her up and his lips pulling on her clit until she was overwhelmed with excruciating need. He did it again and again, increasing the pleasure until she was writhing against his ravenous mouth and desperate to come.

“More,” she begged, moving her hips to chase his fluttering tongue as the biggest ache sizzled and smoldered inside her.

He teased her a bit longer, scraping his teeth across that nerve-laden spot and using his mouth and tongue to spark a brighter flare of urgency throughout her body, until she couldn’t stop the orgasm crashing over her. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat, and her thighs tightened against his head as violent sensations raged havoc through her in a seemingly endless spasm of ecstasy.

As she sagged back against the table, trying to catch her breath, he straightened and quickly tore open the front of his jeans, pushing them down just enough to release his thick, straining shaft. Lust, along with his own hunger, was etched across his features as he dragged the head of his cock through her slick folds, then aligned himself at her entrance, pushing in just a few inches, making them both moan with pleasure as her body welcomed him home.

He gritted his teeth as he positioned her legs over his arms to keep her open so he could watch as her pussy enveloped every inch of his dick, awakening new nerve endings inside her along the way. His big body shuddered as he gradually filled her, until he was seated so blissfully deep, claiming her completely.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, seemingly trying to hang on to his own sanity the best he could. “So tight and hot, and as soon as I start to move, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to.” She wanted every single thing he could give her.

“It’s going to be a hard, deep fuck,” he warned, swallowing hard as he raised his dark gaze to hers. “Grip the edge of the table with your hands to anchor yourself against my thrusts.”

She did and was grateful that he gave her that warning as he withdrew almost all the way out, then slammed back inside her, again and again, each time jarring her body with the impact of his driving, brutal strokes. His hips moved faster, lunged harder, his well-muscled torso rippling as he hammered mercilessly into her.

She felt every possessive thrust to her marrow. Welcomed each one. He elicited intense, agonizing pleasure with every stroke, with every rub of the swollen head of his cock right over the flesh inside Summer that had her panting, gasping, and burning up with inescapable need all over again. He was thick and throbbing and impossible to ignore, and everything else around her receded but her desire for him as he consumed her body and soul.

She couldn’t hold back the deep, fluttering pulses in her body or the hard squeeze of her inner walls around his cock as she came with Declan’s name on her lips. With an unraveling moan, he was right there with her, throwing back his head and roaring so incredibly loud as he spilled his own release inside her in a long, wrenching climax.

He collapsed on top of her, their bodies still connected, and after a moment, he lifted his head to look down at her. He gently grasped the sides of her face and kept her gaze locked to his darker one. “I missed you, kitten,” he said, the truth of his words shining in his eyes. “So goddamn much.”

“I missed you, too.”

She swallowed back the other deeper, more raw emotions gathering in her throat because she couldn’t bring herself to be that vulnerable with him when she had no idea if this moment had changed anything between them.

Chapter Sixteen

They ended upin Declan’s room, in his bed, with Summer in her favorite spot, snuggled up to his side and resting her head on his chest, where she felt safe and secure. His arm was around her, and she absently stroked her hand along his chest and stomach, knowing that for as perfect as this moment felt between them, they’d resolved absolutely nothing with sex. The only thing they’d settled was the fact that their chemistry and attraction were strong as ever.

They were both quiet, and she had no idea what was going through Declan’s head. Her own mind and thoughts were surprisingly calm, even though the future with this man was uncertain. But the one thing Summer did know with absolute confidence was, in the five months that he’d been gone, her feelings for him hadn’t changed. Loving Declan was sewn into the fabric of her being, forever a part of her. That much was crystal clear, but she also knew she had to protect her heart because the possibility still existed that Declan could leave her again, and watching him walk away a second time had the ability to crush her completely.

He’d only been home a handful of days, and everything between them felt so fragile and unpredictable. There were no promises, and she didn’t expect him to make any when his life was at a major crossroads and his military career at stake. She only wanted Declan to choose the path leading to her if it was the right one for him, without question or doubts. The last thing she’d ever want was for him to choose military retirement out of some kind of obligation, then resent that choice, and possibly even her, later, when right now he still had a viable option of staying in the army.

As much as her feelings felt so open and raw, she didn’t want to talk about them. Didn’t want to sway Declan’s decisions with any kind of emotional blackmail, which wasn’t her style. So she kept them to herself.

Her fingers drifted over the puckered scar at his right shoulder, which she’d seen earlier when he’d pulled off his shirt in the kitchen. That moment had been so fraught with an urgent, frenzied physical need that asking Declan about what had happenedright thenwould have shattered the connection they’d both craved more than their next breaths.

But now, she wanted to know the story, since Rick had only given her vague information, and she lifted her head, met Declan’s warm gaze, and asked, “How did you get shot?”

He smiled lazily, though she didn’t miss the guarded look that shuttered over his features. “With a gun,” he teased.

“Ha ha,” she said in a droll tone. He was attempting to use humor to evade answering, and she wasn’t letting him off that easy. “Where were you and what happened?” she asked more specifically.

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