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“The best reason to travel,” he retorted.

Without another word, I led him down the hall and to my room. He kicked the door closed and was on me in seconds flat, his hand roaming my sides and his mouth at my neck.

I sighed and gripped his shoulders, tilting my head back.

Two months apart had only made me want him more. Many times we’d gotten lost in each other’s touch, but it felt different that time. The barricade between us was gone. Declan wasn’t holding anything back.

Neither was I.

“I need you inside me, baby,” he whispered against my throat, guiding me toward the bed. “I need to feel you.”

I couldn’t wait to get him out of his clothes. Slipping my fingers under his shirt, I pulled it up and over his head. His muscles were bigger.

“Have you been hitting the gym more?” I asked, running my hands over his chest and along his collarbone.

He pushed me back on the mattress and tugged down my swimming trunks. “Had to distract myself somehow. Since I wasn’t fucking, I swapped it for working out.”

“You haven’t been with anyone else?” I asked.

“Never even crossed my mind.” Declan leaned down, covering my body with his, and pressed a light kiss to my lips. “You’re all I want, Freckles.”

“You’re all I want, too,” I said and kissed up his throat. “That night you texted me…when I was atRaw…I—”

“It’s okay,” he said, looking away. “You don’t have to—”

“I didn’t fuck anyone,” I confessed. His eyes flashed down to mine. The relief in them nearly made me cry again. He’d thought I’d been with other guys and he still hadn’t considered doing so himself. “I was just drunk and being stupid with those guys. After you texted, I went home.”

“That’s in the past,” he said before kissing my cheek and letting his lips linger there. “All that matters now is you and me. This moment. It took me a while to get here, but I’m here. If you can forgive me for being an asshole, I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“I forgave you right when I saw you at the lake,” I said, feeling my throat tighten as my heart swelled.

Declan kissed me. As his mouth moved on mine, he reached between us, took my dick in his hand, and stroked me.

I yanked down his jeans and glided a hand over his naked ass before turning him over to his back on the bed. His fingers tangled in my hair as I licked down his stomach, following the grooves up his abs. Down I went until I found his cock. The pink tip glistened, and I licked my lips before slipping it between them.

“Fuck.” The fingers in my hair tightened.

I’d missed the sound of his moans. Missed the taste of him. But most of all, I’d missed the way he made me feel. He completed me in ways I never knew I needed.

As I sucked him, I played with his ass. First with one finger, and then I added a second after grabbing the lube. I stretched him more with a third, and he groaned, a raspy sound that had me grinding my hips against the mattress to create some friction.

“Get your ass up here,” he panted.

“Is that an order, Special Agent Pecs?”

Declan snorted a laugh and flung an arm over his eyes. “I fucking love you. Yes, it’s an order.”

Grinning, I crawled up the bed, settling between his legs. I kissed a trail from the base of his throat, up the side of his neck, and to his lips. I could spend forever kissing him. Once I’d put on a rubber and lubed up, I pushed into him.

After the sting faded and his body welcomed me, I created a slow pace. Not wanting to rush it. He didn’t want me to, either.

We kissed. His hands rubbed up and down my back. When I hit that special place inside him, his nails dug into my skin.

I hung my head on his chest and gave him everything I had. Every piece of me; body, heart, and soul.

“Fuck, rightthere,” Declan whimpered, gripping my hips and tugging me harder into him. He grunted as his ass clenched around me.

My thrusts faltered as my balls tightened. And then I was coming, too, joining him in ecstasy.