lapping her slickness as if he’d been starved for her taste. The flat of his tongue pressed on that sensitive trove. Sucking on her clit, he sent her spiraling into a chasm of pulsing pleasure. Her back arched back and she cried out.
“Stop, I can’t …” She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t come down and suck in air because he continued to torture her with the beauty of multiple orgasms.
Stars. She was seeing stars.
“Declan! Let me breathe!” She pulled at his hair and he eased back the pressure of his mouth, transferring his attention to the juncture between her leg and pussy. It was one of his favorite spots to nibble just before …
Assault number two.
Less intense, but equally torturous pleasure. He worked her sensitized flesh, moving that skilled tongue from her clit to the pulsing liquid heat at her core.
As she came down from another high, Declan rose, framed her face with both hands and captured her lips in another long, searing kiss. Tastes mingled, tongues dueled, and their breathing fractured into desperate exhalations.
“You taste so good,” Declan rasped. “I need inside you.” He went in for a quick kiss before lowering his hand between them. His hard cock pressed briefly against her before she was boosted up against the wall and without another word, he surged inside her.
Filled her. Stretched her.
He gave her a chance to adjust, tugging her hair with his left hand as he went in for more bruising kisses. His right arm held her leg hooked around his hip. Then he started pumping, upthrusts that were slow and deliberate before quickening into a rhythmic pace.
Declan pulled back and they watched each other, his face etched in some kind of pain that regret could only bring.
Gabby’s hand cupped his jaw, the bristly texture of his beard was unfamiliar, yet it symbolized the years that had passed and the time they’d spent away from each other. She gave a watery smile.
“Angel.” Her name on his lips was tortured and ragged. He thrust harder, more brutal and she broke again under the ferocity of his possession. He inhaled sharply before releasing a soft grunt. His eyes squeezed shut and warmth filled her womb.
He shuddered against her and she continued to ride her own wave, allowing herself to indulge in this moment that she thought she’d never experience again.
Declan relaxed against her, his face buried in her neck as he let go of her leg. Slight tremors rippled through his muscular frame. Finally, he backed away an inch, his mouth feathering hers as if tasting her in small doses and wonder. Then he laced their fingers together and pulled her away from the wall and led her to the bed.
She resisted. “We can’t.”
His brows drew together, nostrils flaring. “Don’t want to hear can’t, Gabby.” He jerked his head in the direction of the wall. “We definitely can. We—”
“Door is broken, you neanderthal. Theo could come home any minute.”
“He hasn’t been gone an hour.”
“He probably went to the Revenant party because he’s sulking. No telling when he’ll decide to come back.”
He tugged her hand and, unbalanced, she fell into him. Her eyes narrowed. He hadn’t even taken off his shirt and she was naked from the waist down.
“He’s a grown kid. He doesn’t need his parents breathing down his neck. Hell, he seems to have his shit together more than we do.”
She tried to pull away, but he held on tight. “You don’t get it,” she said. “Not every teenager is you. You matured quickly because you had to care for your sister. Theo—he’s at that vulnerable age, you know? Veer a little to the side of drugs and bad decisions, we’ll have a big problem on our hands.”
“Gabby—”
“I work gangs and homicide, Dec. I’ve seen enough teenagers fucked up by heroin and oxy to know that we need to keep an eye on Theo—”
His face softened in understanding and the back of his hand caressed her face. “Sometimes …” he shook his head, mouth twitching wryly. “Sometimes I forget that you’re not the girl you used to be.”
“Is that good or bad?” Her tone lightened from earlier.
“Oh, definitely good.” He sighed. “You’re right.” He edged his face closer. “Mom.”
Gabby laughed. It was too soon to get used to the word.
“My room then?”
She tried to break free from his arms but he’d cleaved her to him in a bear hug. “Dec … I just said…”
“Uh-uh, Angel. I’m not letting you go until we’re clear about what this is.”