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I close the gap between us and growl low against her ear. “Just tell me where, sweetheart.”

She fists my shirt, reminding me I’m a messy mixture of smoke and construction dust. My hands are clean, though. Maybe that’s all that’s important right now. Because before I can mention any of it, she licks her lips and looks me dead in the eye to answer my question. “Everywhere.”

I grip her hip, grazing the soft fabric of her loose shorts. It’d take nothing to slide my fingers up the inside of one leg and finger her molten hot center. “You’re sure about that?” I ask once more, giving her the last out before I set on an irreversible course to make her come.

“Touch me, Declan,” she hisses, rolling her hips to offer me better access. “Before I come to my senses and change my fucking mind.”

Our lips crash together as I pin her body against the brick. Her hands snake around my neck, digging in as our tongues roll together. I slide my hand up in the inside of her shorts and discover hot wetness. My fully hard cock throbs. “No panties?”

“Laundry mishap,” she says between kisses.

I slide a finger through her folds, cursing between air-stealing kisses. She’s so fucking wet I’m about to lose my mind. A wicked part of me wants to push her up against the wall and shove my cock up these shorts. They’re so fucking stretchy I wouldn’t even have to take them off.

The engine of a passing car reminds me a quick flash of headlights could get one or both of us arrested.

“Down here,” she says, tugging me down the steps.

“The motion light—”

“Burned out last night.”

At the bottom of the stairs, we pick up where we left off. Cassidy bends her knee and drapes her leg over my hip. The silky, hot feel of her pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I want to ravage the fuck out of her as much as I want to take my time torturing my sweet angel. I find her entrance and plunge a finger inside.

She gasps.

“You good, sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop,” she pants in a whisper. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I thrust a second finger inside. “Christ, you’re so tight. So tight and so fucking wet.”

Cassidy drags her nails down the front of my shirt, stopping when she reaches the top button of my jeans. I watch her fumble, anticipating the feel of those sweet fucking fingers wrapped around my cock as I twist my fingers inside her channel.

She lets out a whimper that forces me to capture her lips. I pity the person dumb enough to interrupt us as I finger my sweet Cassidy. Finally, she frees my zipper and reaches inside my jeans.

“I’m not the only one without underwear tonight.” Her liquid hot gaze locks on mine. “This a habit of yours?”

“Free balling? Yeah, maybe.”

She strokes my shaft, her fingers spreading the precum around my cock. Giving her better traction. But it’s not the wetness I crave. That wetness is drowning my hand. I thrust slowly, twisting with each stroke. Using my thumb to tease her swollen nub. I feel her walls start to convulse.

“That’s it, Cassidy.” I press my cheek to hers and growl into her ear. “Come for me, babe.”

She squeezes my cock when her climax hits, and fuck if I don’t nearly blow my load. I kiss her hard to swallow her whimpers of ecstasy. Her fingers resume their play on my dick, stroking me faster. As though begging me to join in her pleasure.

“You want me to come for you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Say it.”

She locks her gaze with mine. “Come, Declan.”

The sound of my name crossing her lips does me in. I grunt, fighting to keep the noise to a minimum, and lose my load, making one helluva mess in my jeans. But I don’t fucking care because I’ve craved this for so long.

There’s only one thing left for me to do: claim her.

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