Page 87 of Declan

“I’m gonna taste you, baby, you ready?”

I nodded again because I still couldn’t speak.

“I need to hear you say it.”

More wetness leaked and my skin heated.

“I want you to taste me.”

Declan’s hand shoved under my ass, lifting it off the bed, and I bent my knees so my feet rested on the mattress, giving him better access. His head lowered but his gaze remained locked onto mine. Then he gave me one long swipe of his tongue from ass to clit and he groaned.

“Jesus,” he snarled.

And repeated the tongue swipe several more times until he dropped my ass onto the bed, hefted one of my legs over his shoulder, and dove in.

“Declan,” I groaned as his tongue stabbed into my pussy.

“More?” he growled against my clit. The vibration sent pulses of pleasure through me and I vaguely wondered why the hell he’d ask such a dumb question. Then I remembered. To Declan, that question wasn’t dumb, it was part of him taking care of me. Giving me what I needed at my pace.

“God, yes. More.”

Two fingers slid in and his mouth latched around my clit. He kept the suction light, but his fingers pumped in and out at a pace that drove me crazy.

“More, honey,” I urged and lifted my hips.

Oh, yeah, that was better.

“Swing your other leg over my shoulder.”

I didn’t have a chance to settle my thigh before he ravaged my clit. Total decimation. The very best kind of devastation scored through me. My back arched, my legs tightened around his head, and my eyes started to drift closed. At the very last second, I remembered Declan’s order and looked down. All I could see was his brown hair between my legs, shaking slightly as he ate me until I exploded. The sight of that was off-the-charts hot. I couldn’t stop my hands from gripping his hair and holding his face to my pussy as I rode my orgasm.

My fist in his hair loosened as the last waves of pleasure rolled through me and Dec slowed his fingers, bringing me down slowly.

“Good God,” I whimpered, surprised I was coherent enough to speak. “That was…I don’t have words for what that was. My God.”

Declan chuckled against my opening then gave me another lick, this time soft, lapping up my release.

Okay, that was hot, almost as hot as watching him eat me.

His head lifted and his gaze immediately met mine. Openly starved. And not a single inkling of apprehension or fear crept in.

This was Declan.

My Declan.

He’d take me where I needed to go.

“You want more?” he asked.

“I want everything.”

A lazy smirk played at his glistening lips, and when he caught me shivering at the sight, that smile turned sinfully cocky and he slowly licked my excitement away.

“You sure you’re ready for everything?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then grab a condom, baby.”