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The front door had just closed when Declan grabbed my face between his hands and pressed his forehead to mine. He didn’t kiss me; he only held me as if he’d been dying to do so all day and wanted to savor it.
The tears from earlier sprang back to my eyes. The action was too gentle. Too tender.
I pushed him away.
Green eyes widened with shock. Before he could get the wrong idea, I slapped my hand on his bare chest and shoved him backward toward the bedroom, going with him.
And then my mouth was on his, hot and heavy.
I didn’t want any of that tender shit. No. It’d only make it that much harder to say goodbye to him when the week was out. I’d rather him fuck me into oblivion and treat me like a whore than to treat me like a lover.
My heart couldn’t take it otherwise.
Declan tugged at my hips as his ass hit the bed. His lustful eyes trailed my body as I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to nibble his earlobe. Hearing his soft sigh made my cock twitch.
I straddled his waist and pushed him to his back before licking up his chest.
“Fuck, Kyler,” he moaned as my tongue played with his nipple. “Get that hot mouth up here. I want to taste you.”
I kissed him and rolled my hips, rubbing our erections together. All that separated us was our swimming trunks since we hadn’t changed back into our normal clothes after leaving the beach. Our mouths fused together, our hands glided over each other’s warm bodies, and our tongues danced.
There was no room for tender lovemaking. I wanted it hard and fast, as far away from romantic as it could possibly get.
His heady scent drove me wild. He smelled like the sea mixed with his manly musk, and he tasted like the spicy Gyro he’d devoured.
I flicked my tongue to his and tangled my fingers in his hair, dry fucking him as I grinded against the hard dick tenting his trunks.
“Kyler?” he mumbled against my mouth. The vibration tickled my lips. “Will you fuck me?”
What did he think I was gearing up to do? Go on a damn picnic?
“Hell yeah, I will,” I said before kissing along his jaw. “Just want to get you nice and hard first.” I rubbed against him again to bring home my statement. “Then, I can ride you all night.”
Declan smiled as a raspy chuckle left him. “You don’t understand.”
“Explain it to me.” I licked the outer edge of his earlobe, loving the way he hissed and clutched onto my back.
“I wantyouto fuckme,” he repeated, snaking his fingers down to my lower back and dipping inside my swimming shorts. “I want to bottom for you.”
I froze. My hands stilled in his hair and I stopped nibbling his ear.
“Really?” I asked, leaning back so I could look down into his handsome face.
“Yeah.” His beautifully curved lips curved even more with a shy smile. “But only if you want to. I’d never want you to top if it’s not something you’re into just to please me or whatever. Sex with you is great as it is. I just…” He lowered his gaze. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I shuddered at the thought. I’d fantasized about fucking him for years. Yeah, I enjoyed having him buried inside me, but I liked to top, too. I’d just never expectedhimto ever want to, so I hadn’t asked.
“Fuck, Spartan. Keep talking like that and this foreplay will have to be cut short.”
He grinned. “So, that’s a yes?”
I attacked his mouth in another scorching kiss, feeling him smile against my lips. That was answer enough, I hoped. The kiss deepened as we became desperate for more.
His fingers skated up and down my spine before he flipped me to my back on the bed, gripped my shorts, and tugged them down.
A smartass comment about him being too eager was on the tip of my tongue.
But thenhistongue was on the tip of my dick and all words fled from my mind.
