Page 36 of Double Play

“What?” I turn my head, attempting to get a better look at him, to confirm what I’d consider impossible.

But Declan captures my mouth and slips his hand around my lower belly, dipping skilled fingers between my thighs. He’s quick to find where I need him most and I whimper against his lips. “Please.”

I spread my legs wider, and Declan bends slightly behind me. His other hand clasps his heavy length, using the tip to tease me while his fingers toy with my clit.

“Declan,” I demand, feeling an unfamiliar burn behind my eyes. The desperation for him is so overwhelming, I’m afraid tears will spill if he doesn’t— “Ah.”

I cry out at the sudden rush, the sharp fulfillment, the fullness I haven’t felt in years as Declan settles inside me. He pauses, lowering his forehead to my shoulder.

“Just give me a minute,” he hums, jolting inside me, eager to unleash.

When he nips the juncture of my shoulder and neck, I cry out again, and Declan moves.

Sweet goddess, does he move . . . like he’s running bases, chasing the wind.

With my palms flat against the slippery tile, I fruitlessly attempt to hold myself steady as Declan pounds into me, and I meet him thrust for thrust, racing with him.

“Never.” He huffs. “Been like.” He exhales against my neck. “This.”

I smile to myself, pressing my forehead to the wall before reaching between my legs.

Gently, Declan slaps my hand away. “Let me,” he grunts, returning his fingers to that sensitive nub while he rocks in and out of me.

“All yours,” I whisper, admitting too much once again. How I have always wanted to be his. It’s only been him who can make me feel the way I do right now.

Defenseless yet invincible. Seductive and beautiful. Sensual yet special.

I reach behind me, seeking his hip, wanting to touch him somehow other than the connection we share with him inside me. The sensation spurs him faster.

“Dammit, India.” It isn’t a curse. He isn’t reprimanding me. His voice is sheer desire, and perhaps grit. He’s holding back, allowing me to get there first.

Bracing against the tile, I bend forward a little more and glimpse us in the mirror. Something about me naked, him half-dressed, pants dangling around his upper thighs, does the trick.

“Declan,” I cry out, filling the shower stall with the echo of his name before I stiffen, dragging him as deep as he can get inside me. I slap the wall and hang my head as my legs shake uncontrollably.

Silver stars dance before my eyes as I orgasm like I never have before.

What was that?

Our coming together takes on a new sound, pinging against the tile, as flesh slaps flesh before he pins himself inside my depths and pauses.

While my heart hammers, his cock pulses. His fingers imprint on my hips. His moan of my name is like a rush of wind swirling around us.

Eventually, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me upright. His spent dick slips free from me. I’m not certain I can stand on my own two feet, but I don’t have to because Declan doesn’t let me go. With one arm around my midsection, he reaches for the faucet, turning the shower back on, despite his pants.

And he holds onto me like he doesn’t intend to let me go.

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[Declan]

With my face buried into the crook of her neck, I inhale her shower-fresh, fallen-snow scent. Memories flood my head while my body comes down from the high of this moment.

I came so hard I fucking saw stars.

And some primal urge has me wanting to cup her core and prevent my seed from dribbling free.