My open palm traced down his chest to his jeans. Just as I brushed against the bulge in his pants, he tugged back and let out a quiet laugh. His hand on my thigh found mine, sliding it down to his knee.
A deep breath fell from my lips, and it was only then that I remembered we were in the center of a bar.
“Sorry,” Declan murmured. “Just, uh… Maybe not the best place to—”
“Do you want to go back to your place?” I asked.
He arched a brow and smirked. “Really?”
“We could go to mine. But it’s on the other side of the city.” I twined my fingers through his, and he squeezed them tighter. I smiled. “How clean are the bathrooms here?”
He laughed. “Not as clean as my bed.”
If we make it to your bed.
I stood, fingers still twined with his. “Lead the way then.”
* * *
As soon as Declan spun the knob on his door, my lips found his, and his hands circled my waist. He grasped my ribs and hoisted me around his hips. My squeal parted through our kiss.
I’d never experienced that either. Most guys I’d been with were between my height to a head shorter. Picking me up was pretty much out of the question.
Declan laughed, tracing a hand down my spine, holding me in place with the other beneath my ass. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
The chills that brought to my skin…
His lips molded into my neck as he carried me through the room. My eyes closed in bliss, not even getting a peek at his home, only focusing on the warmth that radiated from his body into mine, basking in the sensations I hadn’t felt in far too long as my hips grinded against the bulge in his jeans.
It wasn’t until a soft bed caressed my spine that I even realized we’d made it to his room.
Lips on mine now, I reached forward and struggled with the hook on his belt, then with the buttons on his jeans.
Flipping up my skirt, his fingers grasped ahold of my thigh so hard that a gasp caved into my lungs. Not in a bad way either, but in a way I’d never felt.
His touch was so strong, so aggressive, but still so slow.
I didn’t know how one touch could make me groan until he grasped either end of my panties and began shimmying them down my legs. Just that brush against my clit brought me closer to the ending I craved.
As he dropped them to the bed, his lips drifted from mine down my neck. Sliding further down my body, each kiss making me need the next even more, he grasped the front of my gown. When he tugged it down, a rip sounded.
I gasped. Not because I cared about the dress that much, but because of the cool air that rushed against my skin.
He looked up. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
I laughed. “I’m not worried about…”
Thoughts escaped me as he grabbed either end of the dress and tore it the rest of the way apart, lips on my stomach now, fingers on my thigh drifting up and grazing my labial.
When he kissed my navel, and then my pelvis, that desire for more deepened. I’d thought he was undressing me—I hadn’t realized he was going down on me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I made out between deep breaths. “Just fuck me.”
His eyes found mine, head tilting to the side. “Do you not like it?”
“I don’t know, but you don’t have—”
“You don’t know?” His brows fell in confusion. “No one’s ever licked your pussy?”