Page 49 of Sweet Revenge
She cried out with her own orgasm just as he emptied himself inside her, his thrusts slowing to a torturing rhythm that made her shudder in his arms.
“Turns out,” she said, trying to catch her breath, “I still don’t mind getting caught.”
He laughed against the crook of her neck, pressing his lips against it. “Somehow that’s better than I remember it.”
“Without a fucking doubt.”
When he pulled back to look at her, his eyes were dark with desire, and that rush of need skittered along her skin again. When a car topped the hill, he lowered her to her feet, adjusting himself while she tugged her dress down.
They waved away the driver’s offer of assistance, and Declan pulled her in for another kiss, sinking into it in a way that had her heart doing somersaults into her stomach.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered against her lips, reaching around her and opening the car door.
She climbed in and watched him race around the front and catapult himself into the driver’s seat. Yes, there would be consequences for sleeping with Declan Callahan again, but for even one night with him, she’d gladly pay them all.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Declan almost rammed the gate tearing into the driveway. Had the goddamned thing always been so slow? He had barely thrown the car in park and cut the engine before he was sprinting around the hood to yank her door open and pull her to her feet.
Without a second thought, he hauled her up against him, one hand sliding around to her neck to tilt her head back for his lips. Heat pumped through him as her fingers tugged his shirt from his waistband, her teeth grazing over his lower lip.
“I’m not fucking you in the driveway,” she said, voice husky.
He would have taken her there, anywhere, but he was in a mood to oblige her, so he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside, setting her on the carpeted floor in the foyer, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Better?”
She laughed, and he relished the sound. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it until just then.
“Brogan is home, and you want to strip me naked in the hallway?”
His gaze flicked to the stairs and back to her face, eyes traveling down the length of her body. She made his mouth water. He had to be inside her again.
“In the hallway, on the stairs, in every fucking room in this house. But you make a good point.”
He took her mouth again, fast and greedy, his tongue sweeping against hers as she slid her hands under the lapels of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor before kicking off her shoes and taking a step away from him.
He followed her to the stairs, pulling her back against him when she turned to go up and pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. He slid his fingers down her arm to capture her hand and led her up to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
They’d snuck into his room to have sex more times than he could count when they were younger. But he never thought he’d get to have her in this room. Where he was king and she was his queen, and he wanted that, if only for tonight.
She wandered away from him, turning to face him in the middle of the room, eyes locked on his as she reached behind her to tug down the zipper of her dress, slipping the fabric off her shoulders and letting it pool with a whisper at her feet.
Stepping out of it, she teased her fingertips up her thighs, over the thin lace straps of her panties and the sheer cups of her matching bra. He watched her cup her breasts as he toed off his shoes and socks, barely able to catch his breath.
When she reached for him, he rushed to her, his fingertips digging into the skin of her shoulders as he dragged down her bra straps, freeing the clasp so her breasts filled his palms. He cupped them, squeezing, and she let out a ragged breath when his thumbs scraped against her nipples. Christ, he loved that sound.
When she dropped her head back, his lips found her throat, and he kissed and nibbled across it. His fingers twisted her nipple, and when she groaned, his lips curved into a smile against her skin.
“Declan, wait.”
He groaned into the crook of her neck, his hands stilling on her breasts. “Please, God, don’t ask me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. But—” A shuddering groan escaped her when his fingers tightened on her nipple again.
“You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, trailing his lips over her jaw to her earlobe, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. “Just let me touch you.”
When she sighed in response, he bent to capture her nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around it and dragging his teeth across it so she gasped. Everything about her felt both familiar and foreign.
