Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

Their coupling was quick and dirty, hard and fast. Not exactly how Declan intended their reunion to go, but he’d take it.

Just sex, she’d said, but they both knew better.

There was no going back to that point in their relationship. They’d come too far, survived too much, for it to ever be different.

He carried her to the bed, his legs shaking with his spent pleasure, but when she bit his lower lip, he was already growing hard again.

She grabbed him to her, desperate fingers scratched at his shoulders, his back. His wild thing.

Her legs were still around his waist as they tumbled to the mattress, tangled in each other’s limbs. Their mouths clashed in a hungry, claiming kiss.

He knew what she needed, and he intended to give it to her.

He pinned her wrists to the bed and tore his mouth away from hers. He bowed over her, staring her in the eyes for a long moment, assessing her.

She squirmed under him. “Stop looking at me like I’m a mission. You don’t have to figure me out.”

But he did. It was how he worked.

He looked at every problem in order to find a solution.

He examined every option in order to find the best one.

He analyzed every move, optimizing for the outcome he wanted.

Right now, he wanted her screaming his name.

Giving her a feral grin, he kissed his way down her collarbone and lower. He_ flicked his tongue over one of her nipples. She arched and whimpered, so he sucked it into his mouth, grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

She again made that noise in her throat, and his cock bobbed in response. Every time he got her under him, he told himself to take it slow. He wanted to savor her taste, suck and touch every inch of her. Once she was there, however, it took every ounce of his willpower not to rush.

“Every time I see you, I want you even more,” he muttered against her skin, wet from his ministrations.

She tried to break free from his iron grip, but he held firm, sliding his tongue to her other breast and giving it equal attention. Licking, sucking, nipping it with his teeth.

“Declan,” she breathed, a plea.

He loosed one wrist, skimming his fingers over her flat belly and lower. Her knees fell open even wider, inviting him to touch her.

Releasing her other wrist, he knelt between her legs, propping her feet on the bed. She reached for him, trying to grab his shoulders, his neck, anything, but he batted her hands away. “Let me look at you.”

Even in the dim light of the bedroom, he saw a pink shimmer on her cheeks. The tough, demanding side of Meg would never admit to it, but she was self-conscious about her body. About her delicious curves that he couldn’t get enough of.

She arched again, impatient, and he lowered his mouth. She stopped moving.

He raised his focus to meet her eyes. Licked his lips.

She sucked in a breath of anticipation.

He kissed her first, a light, teasing press of his lips. He flicked his tongue across the bundle of nerves buried there.

“Oh…god…” she groaned.

He dragged his tongue through the swollen folds. She writhed.

He repeated the process. When she was panting, he filled her with his tongue, pulling out long enough to suck on her sensitive spot. Like he’d done with her nipples, he raked his teeth over it.

Swollen and wet, she was close to climax already, having never fully come down from the previous one. He gave her another slow lick and suck before he slid two fingers inside of her.

She arched, saying his name as if it were a command. He liked that, so he repeated what he’d done. “Come for me, Meg.”

Her climax broke so hard and fast, she cried out loud enough to wake the neighbors. With his fingers and tongue, he rode out the climax with her, milking it for everything it was worth.

In the aftermath, he pulled her close, soaking in the feel of her against his body. She fit like a glove, and he knew it was too much to wish for, but he wanted this. All of it. He wanted her on his team and in his bed.

Her breathing evened out, and he kept an arm around her, smug that he’d satisfied her so thoroughly she could finally sleep.

He dozed as well, and when he woke, it was to her fingers stroking the length of his cock. He caught her mouth, and she closed her palm around him, giving him a squeeze. He pumped into her hand, sinking his fingers into her hair and tugging her head back so he could look her in the eye. “I want the record to note that it might be just sex for you, but it’s not for me.”

Through lowered lashes, she met his gaze. “I know.”

She shoved on his chest as she climbed on top of him. With eager confidence, she slid onto him, one teasing inch at a time.

Pulling back, she kissed him, her tongue scraping over his teeth. She broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, “Don’t hold back. I won’t break.”

That was all the permission he needed. He flipped her onto her back and drove himself into her.

Restraint frayed, he gave himself over to the need inside him.

Even that first time, in the shower, there was a part of him that was afraid to push her too far, too fast.

Not now.

Her nails dug into his back, and she met his eyes, egging him on. His body strained, heat tearing down his spine as his hips flexed. He slid deeper, retreated, plunged again.

Just as they were in sync on every mission, they were in sync in the throes of passion. As he breathed in, she breathed out. In and out. Their breaths, his cock. Her hips met every thrust. Her nails dug into his back.

In and out. In and out.

He took her mouth again, letting her breath fill his lungs as he thrust home again. She contracted around him, letting him stretch her. She took all of him inside her and wanted more.

Her hands went to his ass. He withdrew and slammed back into her, the force of it propelling her up the bed. She arched, and he lifted her hips, feeling her walls close around him.

This time, he gave her a final push, and she again screamed his name as she climaxed.

He pounded into her, his own following her over the edge.

Her walls tightened over and over again, ringing him dry. When they were finally both spent, he collapsed on top of her, but only for a moment. He started to take his weight off of her so he didn’t crush her, but she gripped him tightly, refusing to let him move.

As it had during sex, their individual breathings seemed to line up as she kept him right where he was above her. She kissed the tight cords of his neck, squeezed her legs around his waist.

When he looked into her eyes, she ran a finger over his jaw. “It’s more than sex for me, too.”

He caught her lips and teased her tongue with his. “Good,” was all he said before he shifted to his side, taking her with him and tucking her into his body.