“Nightstand. Go.”
What that bossy voice did to me. I lurched toward the drawer and yanked it out, grabbing for whatever I could get my hands on. I came back with a handful of various items, including lube, cough drops, a phone charger, a small bottle of headache medicine, and—thank the blessed Virgin Mary—some condoms.
Declan suited up while I shimmied out of my boxer briefs. When I met his eyes, my heart did a little pirouette. “I want to ride you,” I admitted. “Please.”
His grin was sexy as fuck and all-knowing. Declan lay back on the bed and stretched that big, muscular body in invitation.
As if I needed an invitation to climb on that man.
I scrambled over him and straddled his hips, reaching for the lube bottle and pumping some into my hand. I reached back to make a quick pass at prep when all I really wanted to do was sit on his dick, prep be damned.
When I finally felt his thick cock head stretch me open, I groaned and threw my head back. Fuck, this felt good. I wanted it all the fucking time. Day, night, midday, morning, twilight, bedtime. Whatever. Whenever. There was no such thing as enough sex with Declan Stone.
I wanted all of it.
His hands spread out on my thighs, clasping firmly as I lifted myself up and down and felt the incredible slide of his body in mine. Our eyes met.
“Declan,” I breathed.
He reached up a hand to clasp my cheek and brought my face down for a kiss. It was sweet and gentle, tender. His hand moved around to hold the back of my head, and his other one came around my body to spread across my lower back in a possessive hold.
“You’re perfect,” Declan said. “Everything about you is… my favorite.”
It was awkward and sweet. I couldn’t believe we were here, clearly well past the hookup stage and obviously into each other for more than just sex. But god, the sex was amazing. I wanted all of it. The sex, the affection, the companionship. I wanted Declan Stone to be my person.
My heart thumped merrily in my chest with the eager, naive belief it would all work out. So what, we lived in different states? Pfft. Logistics. So we had wildly incompatible careers. Whatever. Details.
After giving Declan another long kiss, I sat back up and used his body to make myself feel good. I loved preening for him. His eyes went dark and drank in every inch of my body like it was some kind of life-saving elixir.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he said, spreading a hand along my abs and up to my chest before tweaking a nipple and making me clench around him in response. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
He lurched up and grabbed me around the shoulders, twisting me until I was the one on my back and he was above me, pounding into me while my legs went every which way in the air. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sensation of his thick cock nudging the spot that made me nearly swallow my tongue.
“That’s it,” he mumbled. “Feel good?”
That was a stupid question I didn’t bother to answer. Presumably the sound of my breaths sawing in and out of my lungs was answer enough. Declan reached down to run a fingertip around my rim, to feel the way his cock was stretching me. The touch nearly shorted out my brain. I grappled for my dick and stroked it, crying out a warning that this was all coming to a crashing end whether he liked it or not.
“Fuck!” I shouted, forgetting all about the fact another person currently lived in this house. “Fuck, oh god. Fuck, fuck.”
Declan let out his own release in a muffled roar against my neck. His taller body bent over me, and my hips were lifted up on his thighs as he thrust deep inside and shuddered through his orgasm.
I clutched his head and pressed kisses into his hair, biting back more curses of disbelief at how incredible sex with him felt.
“Not a bad way to wake up,” he eventually said in a slow drawl that made me laugh. He grinned and kissed me again on the lips, lingering a few beats in a way that made me feel seen and appreciated. “Be right back. Don’t move.”
He wandered off to the bathroom, leaving me free to enjoy the view. His pale, muscular ass was topped by a tan line that made me curious what activity he did without a shirt on.
When he returned, Declan brought a hot wet cloth to clean me off, but I waved it away. “I need to take a shower and get going. I want to call my agent before I get to the set. There’s no way I’m doing the climbing scene in the dark. At least without my climbing supervisor onsite.”