CHAPTER 23
Summer
He’s a lot.
A lot a lot.
I can’t believe I can even accommodate this much Declan. One finger was a surprise. Two made me jolt to attention. Three sent me reeling.
And now I’m stretched even more, taking his amazing cock inch-by-inch. It doesn’t hurt. It stings a little, but the pleasure outweighs the discomfort. By a wide margin. I was right—my body knows what to do, and I’m relaxed enough to turn over the controls.
That’s probably because he just made me cum like a firehose using only his mouth and fingers.
I have no idea what’s coming next, what all of him will feel like. But I suspect that Declan is about to give me a whole new reason for living. I could kick my own ass for waiting so long to have this experience.
What an incredible sensation. I tingle everywhere. I’m thoroughly overpowered but completely safe. He’s a tight fit but I want it. I need it. If he doesn’t give me everything he’s got in the next moment or two I think I might die.
Slowly, I’m making room for him. I absolutely have to take him inside me. All of him. All the way. But right now, I think it might be too much, too fast, so I whisper against his lips to slow down.
Declan stills. His kiss comes to a screeching halt.
Uh-oh.
I think he’s just figured it out, that one detail I never mentioned. I really thought I could work around it. I guess I had no concept of the physics involved, with a cock this big and an untested hoo-hah.
He pushes himself up and stares down at me in shock. “What the fuck, Summer?! ARE YOU A VIRGIN?”
“Not anymore,” I say.
He tries to pull out, but I slap both my hands on his ass, hard enough that he’s paying attention. “Don’t you dare stop, Declan.”
He freezes. He looks terrified and really turned on at the same time. I try to reassure him with a smile.
“Fuck me, MacLaine. Do it,” I say.
Oh, shit.
As he somehow moves me around on the giant-sized bed without slipping out of place, I remember that old saying—Be careful what you wish for.
Too late now.
We’re diagonal on the bed. He’s back to hovering directly over me, still halfway inside me. But he looks overly concerned. “I never want to hurt you. Are you sure, Summer?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything. We have to start somewhere, don’t we?”
His expression indicates that he’s feeling guilty.
“Don’t do that. No guilt,” I say. “I’m giving myself to you. Take it.”
That did it. I saw something snap in his brain and he’s back to looking at me like I’m a medium-rare ribeye. Without warning, we roll and he’s suddenly under me. It takes me a second to get my bearings. I balance my knees on either side of his hips.
“This gives you more control. You set the pace. I’ll give you all of me, but only when you’re ready for it.”
“You can do that? It isn’t frustrating for you?”
He laughs and throws a crooked arm over his eyes.
I watch his stomach rise and fall with laughter, and I reach down and peel his forearm away from his face so that I can see his expression.
He raises his eyebrows. “It’s a little frustrating, sure, but I’m a grown man.
I can handle myself. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, Summer. Because if you’re not…”
“Then what?”
“Then you might not want it again. And if this was the last chance I got to experience you like this, then I’d be frustrated—and miserable.”
“Understood.”
I look down at how we’re joined, and it’s the most shockingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m spread around him like the petals of a flower. He’s halfway inside me, straight as an arrow, like velvet over steel. “Wow,” I whisper.
I feel his touch along my cheek, and I look down at him. Declan is so fine that he looks otherworldly to me sometimes, too perfect to be real. Dark curls and blue eyes so intense that they’re purple in the sunlight. A fine, chiseled face that broadcasts kindness as much as it does strength.
And the rest of him…
How have I gotten so lucky? He’s all man, tall and broad. His entire body is carved from muscle made by the effort he’s put in for either his country or for his family.
Declan is power just waiting to be unleashed.
I want him to unleash it on me.
I glance down at that tattoo again. From this angle, it almost seems as if Declan’s formidable cock rises up from the delicate hands of the mysterious woman who’s half-covered in plaid.
His hands go to my hips. “This will be second nature to you, Summer. You know what to do.”
He’s right. A lifetime of riding has left me with all the skills I need to take Declan from a lazy lope to a full-throttle gallop. I know I can rein in Declan MacLaine. It’s just going to take some practice. All new partnerships require practice.
I lift myself a bit, then lower myself down, allowing my gaze to soften as I do. I feel him ripple underneath me, move with me, and I focus on opening my hips and relaxing into the rhythm, until I’m sitting deep in the saddle.
And he’s all the way up inside me.
Power, connection, electricity. It’s moving from him into me, and then from me into him. A completed circuit. The most magical and satisfying sensation I’ve ever known. I let my head fall back and my chin lift to the ceiling. I close my eyes and let it all happen.
I am filled. Stretched as far as I can go to allow him access to the deepest part of me. And I know this is the way it’s supposed to be for us. Completely linked.
I move with him. Languid and loose. Wide open to Declan’s sexual energy. My bones feel as if they’ve softened, and my joints move like water. Whatever this is, I’m letting it wash over me, travel through me, and lock me into place.
I’m being claimed, and I love it.
I hear the strangest sound, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’m making it. A low pleading. For something. I’m asking for it, but I feel powerless and swept along. And a force builds in me, coming from the crown of my head and the soles of my feet all at the same time.
So much heat.
“Summer.”
My head snaps forward and I see Declan. “Look at me, baby. I want to watch you cum again.”
I glance at him. I look at my hips. Only then do I realize that his hands have been clasping me for a while now, moving me, adjusting me, encouraging me.
I haven’t even noticed. But now he releases my hips and entangles his fingers with mine, keeping me tethered to earth.
The heels of his hands provide a ledge for me to balance on.
I wonder why he’s holding on to me so tightly.
Then he pushes up into me. I gasp. So deep.
He fucks up into me, holding me in place. It’s too much. Too much heat and need and I swear the whole world is going to explode and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Summer.”
My eyes fly to his face. He’s smiling. “You keep running away from me.”
I shake my head. “No. I… it’s…”
Declan suddenly rises up and wraps his entire body around me as he takes me, hard. He searches out my lips and crushes me with his mouth.
I open. Everywhere. All at once. I break.
And scream into his mouth.
I feel him buck and shudder under me, and I know he’s cumming too. This is what he meant. This is what he wanted.
We go together.
I stiffen, every muscle strung tight as I prepare for what’s about to happen. I cry out as the heat slams into me, crashes through me, and sends me rocketing off into a white-hot explosion of pleasure. At the same time, Declan roars under me and his big body shudders. Then I collapse against him.
It takes a long while before I can catch my breath and remember my name.
Declan’s got me tucked into the crook of his neck. His hands are caressing my back, and I’m gripping his upper back with such intensity that I worry I’ve drawn blood.
Slowly, I untangle myself from his embrace and pull back enough to make eye contact.
I am greeted by the most cheerful, contented, goofiest smile I’ve ever seen on Declan’s face. He wiggles an eyebrow at me.
I want to say something, but I already know that whatever I manage, it will sound stupid. Because I honestly don’t even know what just happened.
“What just happened?” I ask him.
He lifts his lips to mine for a friendly kiss. “That, right there, is what you call sex done right.”
I bust out laughing.