Page 83 of The Havenport Collection

Astrid

I threw my shoes on and headed across the street to Declan’s house. I was wearing sweats, and my hair was back in a ponytail. I didn’t even care. I was a woman on a mission.

I had never considered myself a sexual person. On the contrary, I didn’t usually understand why people were so obsessed with sex. I was no virgin, but I was not exactly experienced either. I’d had sex with a handful of boyfriends and it had been fine, or at least I thought it had been fine.

Turns out I had no idea what I was talking about.

Sex with Declan fried my synapses and reduced me to a quivering pile of hormones.

Every time he touched me, I was consumed by my desire for him.

I didn’t get bored, think about my to-do list or anything else for that matter, because I was too busy screaming and moaning.

Generally, my litmus test for good sex had always been whether or not I had an orgasm.

If so, then it went in the “good” category.

If I didn’t, or the guy didn’t even try, then it was in the “bad” category.

I assumed if we both came it was a successful encounter.

How sad I was. No wonder I didn’t care about sex. I truly had no idea what I was missing.

I knocked on the door, and he opened right away. I looked up at him. He looked tired after a long day at work, but still oh so sexy.

“Are you okay?”

I pushed my way into his house and turned to him. I wanted him. I wanted him to distract me with his body. I wanted to get away from my old life and all the law firm bullshit. I knew I was safe in Declan’s bed.

He walked back to the kitchen where he was putting away groceries. Ginger wandered over, and I gave her a scratch behind the ear.

My heart was pounding. I wanted to tell him.

But what? I had no idea what I was feeling at the moment.

I was angry and I was horny, but everything else?

Total confusion. I had feelings. Lots of feelings.

I wasn’t one of those women who could cope with feelings.

They confused me and distracted me from getting things done.

“I need you,” I said softly.

He looked up at me with kind eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I stared at him. “Nothing.” I ripped off my sweater and let it drop to the floor.

He stared at me, confused.

I held up my phone. “Were you serious? About what you said? In your texts?”

He nodded.

I removed my tank top and stood in front of him in my bra. “So you really want me to sit on your face?” I smiled.

He walked over to me. “Yes.”

“Good.” I turned on my heel and headed toward his bedroom, shedding my clothes as I walked.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as my bra hit him in the face.

I reclined on the bed in only my panties. “Never better.” I nodded at him. “Take off your clothes.” He quickly removed his T-shirt, and I was struck again by the sight of his body. I was already turned on, but watching him strip for me just made it so much better.

I had never seen a male specimen like Declan Quinn up close.

Sure, I had seen hot guys in magazines and movies, but I had never had the pleasure of exploring a body like this one.

I knew he was tall and strong, but I didn’t know just how beautiful he was.

His face was just one part of the perfect package.

And don’t even get me started on his actual package…

Declan’s chest was broad, muscular, and peppered with a light dusting of dark hair.

His shoulders and arms bulged with muscle and veins.

He inched his jeans down his strong thighs, knowing it was torturing me.

I was distracted by the size of his erection.

It popped up above the waistband of his boxer briefs.

I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth.

“Lie down,” I instructed him.

He did. Grinning at me the entire time. I crawled up the length of his body, kissing and biting every inch of perfect manly flesh and pausing to gently kiss the tip of his rock-hard cock, which made him groan.

I knelt over his face, holding onto the headboard.

He wasted no time tasting me. Licking and sucking and using his strong hands to grab me and hold me still.

I liked a man who got right to the point. He knew exactly what I needed.

I threw my head back and screamed. He grabbed my ass cheeks while his tongue went to work, hitting me in sensitive spots I didn’t even know existed.

By the time he slipped his fingers inside me, I felt like I was going to explode.

I was thrashing and moaning and screaming.

He didn’t seem to mind. Every time I looked down I got more turned on by his sexy determination.

Declan was skilled with his tongue, there was no doubt about that.

But it was the position, the power, the feeling of invincibility that had me teetering over the edge in minutes.

He licked and swirled and I felt his fingers travel down the seam of my ass toward my back entrance.

He lightly stroked it while sucking on my clit, and I started to shake.

It was too much. Too much sensation. His tongue and lips and fingers and hands.

He was stimulating every possible part of me, and I couldn’t take it any longer.

He applied a bit of pressure, and I detonated like an atomic bomb, screaming and thrashing as a massive orgasm tore through me, lighting up every cell in my body.

He didn’t stop—just kept going as wave after wave hit me.

I rode through it, feeling the build-up again.

Before I knew it, he had slipped his finger inside, and I climbed even higher before orgasming again.

“Yes. Yes,” I screamed. “More yes.”

All the pent-up frustration, rage, and confusion inside me exploded as I screamed and begged and swore. It was as if I was levitating off the bed, and only Declan’s skilled tongue and strong hands were keeping me grounded to earth.

When I rolled off him, I was spent. I looked over at his smiling face, wet with my arousal. “That was…” I trailed off.

“Did you really just have two in a row?” he asked in amazement.

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m pretty happy with myself right now.”

“You should be. But don’t rest on your laurels. Now you need to fuck me.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Oh, I’m really sure.” I saw him reach over to the nightstand. Did I really want to take this step? I did. I wanted him and I wanted no barriers between us. “We can skip it if you want. I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”

He looked at me in amazement.

“Are you clean, sailor?” I asked in what I hoped was a saucy way.

“As a whistle. Are you sure you’re comfortable going without?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Are you really alright?” He looked concerned.

“I’m angry and frustrated and pissed at the world.” I was also feeling really confused about everything with Declan. I was falling for him. I knew it and I didn’t know what to do with that. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to blurt it out in my post-orgasmic haze.

He nibbled my neck. “Do you just want my cock or do you want me?” For a split second, he looked vulnerable and this felt like a much bigger conversation. Declan was prickly on the outside, but it was at moments like this I could see the soft, kind heart beneath all that burly bluster.

“Both. I want both, Declan.”

He rolled me over and slapped my ass quick.

It stung, but also shot a bolt of electricity straight to my clit.

He lifted me up onto my knees and placed my hands on the headboard.

He kneeled behind me and gently thrust into me from behind, shallowly at first, then getting deeper and deeper while wrapping his arms around me.

He played with my breasts as I savored the sensation of fullness.

In my post-orgasmic state, everything was heightened and I was overcome. Being stretched and filled and so possessed by him sent me into a state of near orgasm. I felt if he moved an inch, I would detonate again.

“You feel so amazing,” he growled into my ear.

I moaned in response, unable to formulate words.

He started to move, slowly at first and then began to build up steam.

“I meant what I said earlier. I dream about this ass.” He spanked me hard and then caressed the area gently.

“I could tell,” I said. “You seemed to enjoy exploring earlier.”

“I think we both enjoyed it, killer,” he replied.

I couldn’t really argue with his logic. The angle was incredible, hitting me in all the right places.

I was so spent from the earlier orgasms, his strong arms were probably the only things holding me up.

But at this moment, I reveled in the punishing pace and the intensity of every stroke.

I wasn’t usually very submissive. But submitting to Declan felt like the only choice. My body craved it. My mind craved it. I wanted to give him my body wholly and completely.

And since I had just sat on his face, it seemed like the right thing to do. And as he fell over the edge, bringing me with him, all I could think was that there was no way I could possibly avoid falling in love with this man.