Page 395 of Manhattan Bossholes

Declan tugged me deeper into the house and toward the stairs. “If I kiss you now, I won’t stop.” The lust in his eyes enough to make my heart ache. “And I’d rather do this on a bed, wouldn’t you?”

I shivered at the undisguised want in his voice.

My heart pounded as Declan led us up to his room, our footsteps the only sound in this giant, lavish house. Once we were in his room, Declan shut the door and flipped the light switch. I blinked up at the sudden wash of light.

“Do you…have a chandelier above your bed?”

“You can file a complaint with my decorator,” Declan said. And then his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me, and all I could think was…

Finally.

I kissed him back with everything I had, pressing my body tight against his. He felt so damn good under my hands. Strong and masculine and perfect. I couldn’t stop smiling, and for some reason, neither could he. Declan and I fell into his bed, laughing and gasping as we stripped each other bare.

During our interrupted picnic, he’d been the one firmly in control. But now his control was fraying under the weight of his desire. His hands were a little too rough as he helped me out of my clothes. His breath went ragged when he finally saw me in nothing but my panties and bra.

I could feel his eyes on me, the heat of his gaze tracing a path over my half-naked skin. He sucked in a deep breath, almost as if to control his wildest urges, and unclipped my bra, the cups slipping aside to reveal my breasts. The cold air lapped at my hard nipples, but that barely registered—right then, I was boiling from the inside out.

I’d never felt sexier.

“God, Olivia,” he said, his eyes tracing my naked curves. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He traced a hand between my breasts, like I was something precious he was scared to ruin with his touch.

“Not too many freckles?” I teased.

“I love your freckles.” Declan crawled over me, caging me in with his heat and strength. “I have dreams about your freckles. They’re stars, and you’re my constellation.”

My heart snagged. How could he just say something like that?

Declan kissed his way down my body, unaware he’d casually dropped the most romantic sentence of my life. He found the tip of my breasts and sucked until I was shaking and gasping beneath him. He tortured me with his tongue, drew moans out of me with his fingers. And when I didn’t think I could take any more, he moved to my other breast. And then to a sensitive spot on my rib. All the while he murmured profane compliments I couldn’t quite hear against my skin. I was so lost in his words and his touch, it took me a beat to come back to earth enough to realize what he was about to do.

My heart almost stopped.

“Oh, you don’t have to…” I said, but he was already peeling my panties off and positioning his face between my thighs.

He inhaled appreciatively and kissed my hip.

Was it possible to die of lusty anticipation? Because I thought that might be about to happen to me.

“What’s that line that turns you on?” Declan murmured, his breath caressing my inner thighs. “‘Be kind to your man, and give me a taste of what I’d die for?’”

“That’s not… He wasn’t talking about this,” I said, flustered and turned on all at the same time.

Declan grinned up at me, wickedly playful. “How do you know?”

And then Declan lowered his mouth to me, and I lost my train of thought entirely. He was touching me, tasting me, and letting out ragged moans like I was the one doing him the favor.

Was I breathing? It was possible I might have stopped breathing. Air didn’t feel necessary when his mouth was doing that. When he eased two fingers inside me and did something magical with his tongue, I came undone.

Electricity shot up my spine, and thunderbolts of ecstasy exploded inside my head. For a second, I couldn’t see or hear, pleasure washing over me as I clutched the headboard with one hand, and Declan’s hair with the other.

He looked up at me, grinning.

I gasped, thighs quivering. “That was… I mean…”

“You’re welcome,” he said, cocky as all hell.

Normally, I would have taken him down a peg for a comment like that, but I felt too damn good. He deserved to be arrogant about that. He deserved a medal for that, and possibly a tickertape parade.

Declan moved away, and cool air washed over me.