"Oh, you havegotto be kidding me."
Biscuit lifts his head from the foot of my bed, blinking at us with the lazy entitlement of a dog who pays no rent and owns the entire estate. His tail gives one slow, hopeful thump against the duvet.
Josie's hand, which a second ago was sliding very deliberately over the very obvious situation in my pants, goes completely still.
"Is that—"
"He sleeps in here. I don't know how it happened."
"Youdon't know how it happened?" She bites back a laugh, her palm still pressed maddeningly against my throbbing cock. "Declan. He'sin your bed."
"Yes, I can see that! And I don't know how to stop it!" I say, trying my hardest to balance Josie in my arms while flapping Biscuit off my damn bed. "He just… he walked in one night and I didn't have the energy to move him."
"Mm-hm." Her eyes are dancing now. "And every night since?"
"We're not discussing this right now." I lower Josie to the floor and clap my hands. "Biscuit.Out!"
The dog stretches, yawns with his whole soul, and looks profoundly betrayed.
"Buddy.Please.I'm begging you. There are things about to happen in here that you do not need to witness."
"He's traumatized." Josie's full-on grinning. "Look at his little face."
"His little face is fine.Out."
Biscuit slithers off the bed with the dignity of a deposed king, trots past us, and pauses in the doorway to throw me one last wounded look.
I shut the door in his face and flip the lock.
And then I just… turn around andlookat her.
She's standing in the moonlight pouring through my windows, swallowed up in my jersey, her hair a mess from crying and her cheeks still flushed and those green eyes blown wide.
"You," I say, low, "are the fucking sexiest thing in the world."
She laughs, that surprised little huff of air. "So I'm athingnow? Not even a woman?"
"You can be whatever you want to be." I close the distance, slide a hand into her hair, and drop my mouth to that spot below her ear. I bite down and groan at the taste of her skin. "But tonight, you'remine."
I reach around and give her ass a playfulsmack.
She moans, a soft broken sound that goes straight to my cock, and I push her back until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she falls onto it.
I stand over her, every muscle in my body screaming, my cock so hard it aches against the zip. Her hands come up to claw at the hem of my shirt, and I peel it over my head and let it drop to the floor.
"Fuck," she breathes, her nails raking down my abs, leaving thin white lines as she reaches for my waistband. "I need—let me—"
She kisses a trail down my chest, my stomach, heading lower towards the V-cut that disappears below my waistband. The heat of her tongue across my skin is enough to make me groan into the air.
Her hands slide down, fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. “I need to taste you.”
Her eyes are dark with hunger, pupils blown wide as she looks up at me from the edge of the bed, and fuck, the sight of her mouth parted, wanting,needingmy cock… it nearly undoes me right here.
And the fact that she’s not asking. She’stellingme.
Like it’s the only thing she’s thought about since the last time she had me in her mouth. That thought alone sends a jolt of pure, possessive heat straight to my already-throbbing cock.
I catch her wrist. "You first."
