Page 79 of The Havenport Collection

Declan

T he ride home was frenzied—we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I desperately tried to keep my eyes on the road while Astrid kissed me and nibbled my earlobes.

Watching her fiery rage had turned me on. When I bought her the sledgehammer, I had never expected that she would use it like that. That she would let go of all that she had bottled up inside her. She was so strong, so fearless, that my admiration only grew deeper. Astrid was something special.

We kissed at stoplights and grabbed at each other like teenagers.

When I finally pulled in my driveway, she shucked her jacket and straddled me.

I had been dreaming about this moment. My seatbelt was still on but I didn’t care. I had this incredible goddess on top of me, touching me, igniting me with her every touch.

My hands roamed down her shoulders, settling at her waist. I was consumed by her mouth, her hands, and her soft, warm body.

I moved my mouth down her neck, softly searching for her secret spots while my hands settled onto her glorious ass.

“Declan,” she gasped as I tasted where her neck and shoulder met, and I was rewarded when she started to grind on my hard- as-steel cock.

Her hands roamed up under my T-shirt, and I broke our kiss long enough to unbutton her jeans, revealing a scrap of lace under my fingertips.

We were kissing and groping and grinding, and it was the single hottest moment of my life.

My brain was short-circuiting and I needed to get control of the situation before I ended up embarrassing myself.

I pulled back and looked at her. She was straddling me and looking wild and disheveled and unbearably hot.

One thing was clear. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and she was not hiding it.

“Astrid, we need to go inside.”

She nodded, her eyes hooded with lust.

I carried her into the house, her jeans still unbuttoned, and we left a trail of clothes and boots in our wake. After sending Ginger outside, we made it to my bedroom.

I pushed her sweater up, kissing my way from her belly to her collarbones.

She writhed and giggled as I held her down, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.

Every inch of her was more beautiful than the last. I could die a happy man settled between her glorious breasts.

I reached around to free them from their black lace cage and was rewarded with the most perfect pink nipples I had ever seen.

Her breasts were larger than I expected, round and firm and the perfect handful.

I sucked them greedily while she writhed underneath me, her hands tangled in my hair.

I bit down, testing her reaction, and watched as her entire body shuddered with pleasure.

My killer likes it a bit rough. Noted.

While I was worshipping her breasts, she managed to get my T-shirt over my head.

She pushed me back and drank me in. “You are so hot,” she moaned while kissing and licking my chest. I knew this was going to be a power struggle.

I knew she wouldn’t just let me take control.

And that made it even hotter. Astrid was not one to back down, ever. And I was up for the challenge.

Her fingers lingered on the waistband of my jeans while she stroked my cock outside its denim prison.

She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Please,” she said, her lips swollen from our kisses.

I would have given her anything in that moment.

I allowed her to unzip my jeans and free my throbbing cock.

She gasped. That was an ego boost. And she immediately grasped it with her long, graceful fingers. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only an agonizing few seconds, she gently lowered her mouth down and licked the top with the flat of her tongue.

An electric shock shot through my body, and I knew I couldn’t last long. She began working me with her hungry mouth, sucking and licking and gently tugging my balls. She was thorough and focused and clearly determined to make me lose my mind.

“You’re killing me. You have to stop.”

She looked up at me defiantly and shook her head. “Make me.”

I almost finished right then and there. Her attitude and the look of pure lusty annoyance on her face nearly did me in.

I knew I had to take control of this situation immediately.

Luckily I was a lot bigger. I stepped back and pushed her up on the bed.

She immediately snapped her legs shut. “I wasn’t done,” she pouted.

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to slow my racing heart. “You can suck my cock any time you want. Just please let me taste you first. I’ve been dreaming of this pussy.”

She gave me one of her frosty ice queen looks and slowly, oh so slowly, opened her legs. I stood and watched her slowly surrender to me. I was going to drive her wild and have her screaming my name in no time.

She was lying back on my bed, naked except for a tiny pair of panties. She may have looked totally nonplussed, but I saw her chest heaving and I could practically feel her racing heartbeat. I was going to savor every minute of this.

I kissed my way up those glorious long legs, nipping at her inner thighs. She squirmed and giggled, and I held her down with my hands.

I stroked her over her panties, reveling in her wetness and the way her back arched off the bed.

It was a relief to know that she was just as desperate as I was.

I carefully lowered my mouth, teasing her before slowly pulling those panties down her strong legs.

I wanted to rip them off, but I knew that I had to be patient with Astrid.

I had to show her how much I wanted her by exercising restraint.

One lick and I was done for. She was slick and warm and sweet and so much better than I imagined. And I had done my fair share of imagining.

I got to work, trying to keep focused and bring my A game. I liked how sassy and defiant she was, but that only made me more determined to drive her wild. She thought she was in charge, but she was sorely mistaken.

I pushed her thighs down and took my time, licking, sucking, and using my large hands to make sure that every single part of her got my attention. In no time she was bucking off the bed, screaming and writhing while I held her in place.

“Please,” she panted, her hips rising off the bed and her arms grasping at my shoulders. “Please, Declan, I need you. I need you now.”

I slowly made my way up her perfect body, kissing and biting and taking my sweet time.

“What do you need?” I asked mischievously.

“I need you inside me.”

“How badly?”

“So badly. Please…please.”

Every word out of her mouth made me harder. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and rolled it on, losing my jeans in the process.

I positioned myself at her opening and leaned down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Stop stalling and fuck me already,” she moaned.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, thrusting into her and watching her eyes roll back in her head. Astrid was sweet, hot, tight perfection, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“Oh my God. You’re huge,” she screamed so loud I’m sure the seals in the harbor could hear her.

I gave her a minute to adjust to my size and started to gently move.

I could feel her nails digging into my back, and I loved it.

She met my thrusts, moaning and panting.

I needed to slow down, I needed this to last. I couldn’t let this one get away from me.

I slowed down, thrusting deep, and distracted myself by kissing and biting her neck.

Soon, my patience was rewarded by her breathy moans.

I could feel her climbing higher and higher.

“Harder, harder,” she yelled as she began to spasm around me, her inner muscles clenching. Her face flushed and she threw her head back in ecstasy as she came undone. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I was working at a furious pace now, and I was mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced with my every thrust. She continued to moan and whisper my name. “Keep going,” I urged.

“I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’m a one and done type of girl.”

That was not acceptable. I refused to believe her. “Oh, killer, you have so much to learn. Good thing I’m a good teacher.” I gently lifted her up and kissed her passionately. “Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

She shot me a saucy grin and slowly turned around, exposing her perfect round ass, and my vision blurred.

I caressed her hips and pulled her toward me. Slowly, I sank myself inside her, and this new angle felt impossibly tight. I knew I would have to work fast because I was already testing my limits and I wanted to watch her come apart again.

I slowly worked up a rhythm, and she began to writhe and moan.

Things were feeling good, too good actually. “Killer, this is incredible. You need to get focused because I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“It’s. Not. Possible,” she grunted, meeting my frenzied thrusts.

“Bullshit. You are easily a two or three orgasms girl.”

“Ha. I wish. Even you’re not that good,” she taunted.

I smacked her ass hard. “Challenge accepted.”

I gently grabbed her blonde hair in one hand, bringing her even closer. And I used the other to gently snake around her waist to find her clit.

I picked up the pace, slamming into her with everything I had while gently rubbing her clit and pulling her hair.

I could feel her climbing higher and higher, her body vibrating with pent-up need.

I willed myself to keep going and was rewarded by her screams of pleasure.

She took me over the edge with her, and I collapsed next to her on the bed, completely spent.

I couldn’t see straight, and I wasn’t sure my legs worked. I carefully got up to dispose of the condom and found my way back to bed. Astrid was flat on her back, chest heaving, hair disheveled with her glorious body on display. On her face was the widest, most genuine smile I had ever seen.

We fit together. We were right. We were made for each other. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning.

“That,” I said, looking at her beautiful face, “was incredible. And you? Just…wow.” I was babbling and incoherent and barely clinging to my sanity.

She sat up and studied me, her gaze traveling down my body and back up to my face. “Clearly you’ve never slept with a Type A overachiever before,” she said smugly. She leaned down and gently kissed my cheek. “I don’t settle for anything less than an A+ performance.”