This isn't the nervous woman from that first night, the one who knelt for me like she wasn't sure she was allowed to want it. This is a woman whoknowsexactly what she's doing to me now. Who's spent weeks thinking about it, touching herself to the memory of it.
She slides down my body and looks up at me through her lashes.
"I've been thinking about this," she whispers,
She shoves my jeans and boxers down my hips, and the second my cock springs free she wraps her hand around me and looks up through her lashes.
And then she takes me into her mouth.
"Fuck." My head drops back against the pillow. "Josie—fuck."
She moans around me, taking me deep, her tongue working the underside as she bobs her head, and the sight of her lips stretched around me, those gorgeous eyes watering, nearly fuckingendsme on the spot.
"That's it," I grit out, gathering her hair in my fist. I push my hips off the bed, fucking her mouth. "Just like that.God,you love sucking my cock, don't you. Look at you."
She hums, choking herself on my length like she's been doing it her whole life, and I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from coming down her throat.
She takes me deeper, working me with her hand and her mouth, and the confidence radiating off her… The way she's not hiding, not second-guessing, justtakingwhat she wants.
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"God, you'regoodat that."
And then she looks up at me.
While my cock is fucking down her throat.
I grip the sheets.
"Come here," I rasp, dragging her up before I lose it completely. "Comehere.I need to be inside you."
I roll us, settling between her thighs, and she wraps her legs around me, pulls me down until we're chest to chest, nose to nose, eye to eye.
And everything slows.
"You're changing my life," I tell her, and I mean it down to my bones. "You know that?"
Her eyes go soft and shining. "You're changing mine too."
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat, dragging it slow against her clit. She gasps, her hips chasing the friction.
"I came here for the easy life," I murmur against her mouth. "Where no one needed anything from me." I grind against her again, watching her lashes flutter. "Spent my whole life thinking that's what I wanted."
"And now?" Her voice is wrecked already.
"Now there's you." I press my forehead to hers. "And I don't want easy. I just wantyou,Josie. That's it. That's the whole list."
"Declan—"
I reach for the nightstand, fumbling blind for the foil packet I know is in the drawer—
But her hand catches my wrist.
"No," she says, staring into my eyes. "I don't want anything between us. Not tonight."
I go still, staring down at her, remembering all those things she just told me about her life. About her mother. About her father. Abouther.
"Josie. You sure?"
