Page 32 of Declan (Gold Team #5)

But after those three beautiful words, Declan said no more—his mouth was on mine.

He started the kiss slow and sweet, but when my nails raked down his back, the kiss turned into something else.

Deeper, a whole lot wetter, and I sensed Dec was close to letting go.

Since I wanted that, I shoved my hands under the waistband of his shorts and gripped his bare ass.

Holy mother of God, his ass was firm. Two globes of pure muscle.

And that was when Declan finally cracked, and a seriously good kiss turned wild. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and because it felt delicious, I thought he should feel it, too, so I returned the favor.

He groaned and then moved his hand to my stomach. He fumbled with my thin tank top until he had it up and my bra exposed. I felt the cool air wash over my overheated skin. As quickly as that relief came it disappeared when Declan found my nipple and ran his thumb over it.

My hands continued to roam, until suddenly his lips were gone and he was pulling back.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Clothes off.”

I blinked in surprise.

Never had I heard his voice so tight, so full of desire, and considering it wasn’t the first time he’d ordered my clothes off, that was saying something. There was something different, not hardness, but a bite of possession.

He was so not in control.

And I loved it.

I loved that I was not scared of him, even though as I pulled my shirt over my head he was looking down at me like he wanted to eat me.

I was not concerned he’d hurt me when his eyes turned hungry as they took in my bare chest. I was not afraid when I pulled my shorts and panties off and his eyes widened and his breaths turned choppy.

I loved that he’d earned every inch of trust I gave him.

He’d give me anything I needed and I knew that with a certainty that rocked my world.

He’d guide me where he wanted to go and he’d he do it with a mind to how I needed it.

I knew of this, a hundred percent, but when he lowered himself down and kissed my belly with a gentleness that was in direct contradiction to what his eyes conveyed, my conviction solidified.

My lids lowered and I just felt .

I felt his lips skim my stomach, his fingertips graze the sides of my breasts as they danced closer to my nipples. I felt the ache grow between my legs, and the heat of his touch sear through my heart. He was everywhere but I wanted more.

Declan licked around my belly button and started to move lower. Excitement and trepidation battled and I fought to keep relaxed. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to keep going.

“Baby, open your eyes,” he called and I slowly did as he asked. “I want your eyes on me. Every step I want you with me.”

So damn perceptive.

Profound affection—there was no other word to describe what I felt in that moment looking down at Declan as I watched him shift between my legs, slowly opening them as he held my eyes.

“You’re in control, Autumn. You need me to stop, we stop. But no matter what, I want your eyes on me, even if I’m not looking at you, you don’t stop watching me.”

I nodded because I couldn’t speak.

“I’m gonna taste you, baby, you ready?”

I nodded again because I still couldn’t speak .

“I need to hear you say it.”

More wetness leaked and my skin heated.

“I want you to taste me.”

Declan’s hand shoved under my ass, lifting it off the bed, and I bent my knees so my feet rested on the mattress, giving him better access. His head lowered but his gaze remained locked onto mine. Then he gave me one long swipe of his tongue from ass to clit and he groaned.

“Jesus,” he snarled.

And repeated the tongue swipe several more times until he dropped my ass onto the bed, hefted one of my legs over his shoulder, and dove in.

“Declan,” I groaned as his tongue stabbed into my pussy.

“More?” he growled against my clit. The vibration sent pulses of pleasure through me and I vaguely wondered why the hell he’d ask such a dumb question. Then I remembered. To Declan, that question wasn’t dumb, it was part of him taking care of me. Giving me what I needed at my pace.

“God, yes. More.”

Two fingers slid in and his mouth latched around my clit. He kept the suction light, but his fingers pumped in and out at a pace that drove me crazy.

“More, honey,” I urged and lifted my hips.

Oh, yeah, that was better.

“Swing your other leg over my shoulder.”

I didn’t have a chance to settle my thigh before he ravaged my clit.

Total decimation. The very best kind of devastation scored through me.

My back arched, my legs tightened around his head, and my eyes started to drift closed.

At the very last second, I remembered Declan’s order and looked down.

All I could see was his brown hair between my legs, shaking slightly as he ate me until I exploded.

The sight of that was off-the-charts hot.

I couldn’t stop my hands from gripping his hair and holding his face to my pussy as I rode my orgasm.

My fist in his hair loosened as the last waves of pleasure rolled through me and Dec slowed his fingers, bringing me down slowly.

“Good God,” I whimpered, surprised I was coherent enough to speak. “That was…I don’t have words for what that was. My God.”

Declan chuckled against my opening then gave me another lick, this time soft, lapping up my release.

Okay, that was hot, almost as hot as watching him eat me.

His head lifted and his gaze immediately met mine. Openly starved. And not a single inkling of apprehension or fear crept in.

This was Declan.

My Declan.

He’d take me where I needed to go.

“You want more?” he asked.

“I want everything.”

A lazy smirk played at his glistening lips, and when he caught me shivering at the sight, that smile turned sinfully cocky and he slowly licked my excitement away.

“You sure you’re ready for everything?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then grab a condom, baby.”

Hundred percent. Without a doubt. Absolute trust.

Declan had this.