Chapter 72
Chapter 72
Declan groaned again and again as she slid her mouth up and down
his shaft, cheeks hollowed as she sucked and licked. One of his big
hands came to rest on Tessa’s head. There was no attempt to control
her–he just needed to touch her. Tessa savored the feel of his
fingers curling into her hair, the agonized moans being tore from
his throat, the subtle flex of his hips as he fought the un
into her mouth. She worked him until she felt his whole
tense–and then she pulled away.
“Ah, fuck!” Declan hissed, as if he hadn’t known it was coming.
“Turnabout’s fair play,” Tessa told him sweetly, trailing one finger in
a featherlight touch over the head of his cock. It pulsed heavily and more pre–come seeped out. Suddenly, she stood up. “Well. Goodnight p>
“What p>
She started for the ladder, climbing to the lofted bed. “It’s late. I’m
tired p>
“Like fucking hell you are p>
She heard his big body scrambling upright. Biting back wild
laughter, she hurried up the ladder. She dove onto the bed–just as
Declan reached the top. He lunged after her and they collided in a
hectic tangle of mouths and hands and teeth and claws.
He pinned her beneath his big body, licking and biting at her lips
and her neck and her shoulders and anywhere he could get his
mouth on her. Tessa gave as good as she got, clinging to him, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Declan reached down and grasped her thighs, spreading them wide. And then he was inside
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her, big and hard and stuffing her so full, there wasn’t room for
anything but the awareness of him, the feeling of him, moving in
her and on her, harder and faster until she shattered apart as she
sobbed his name.
Some time later, when they’d both caught their breath, Declan rolled
off of her. They lay sprawled beside each other on the big bed,
staring at the rough timber beams on the ceiling. The same question
Tessa had been avoiding the last time they had sex was ringing in
her ears again, eroding the contented after–glow she should be feeling. But something had changed, just a little. Der
er that
he wanted her to be part of the pack–got frustrated couldn’t admit that she belonged. It gave her just enougope to try
and be brave.
“I have a question.” There was an embarrassing quaver in her voice,
but she wasn’t going to let herself chicken out. She needed to do this.
Declan tilted his head towards her. “And what’s that?” His
expression was one of easy self–assurance, but there was something in his eyes that didn’t quite sell it.
“Are we just scratching an itch? Or are we… together?” she asked.
In a single blink, Declan became a stranger. “Well, I guess that
depends.” Tessa found herself facing the silent, taciturn pilot who’d
first flown her into Longtooth. Seeing him close off like that filled
her with apprehension. But it was time to stop wishing, and start
doing. She had to be brave and see what came of it.
“I want that,” she said, her voice fragile. “But I need you to tell me
what you want p>
The warmth came back as if a fire had kindled behind his eyes. His
dark irises gleamed with amber heat. “Yes, I want that, Tessa. I want you.” He cupped the back of her head and pulled her towards him,
capturing her mouth in a long, deep kiss.
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Happiness and relief and disbelief rushed through her, combining with the pleasure of kissing Declan. She gasped for breath, clinging to his shoulders as she met the possessive hunger in his kiss, matched it with her own. Biting, sucking, licking, the kiss turned hotter and heavier. Declan’s big body pressed hard against hers, his hands gripping her with desperate strength, like she might run away. She felt the urgent press of his erection jutting against her hip.
Tessa pulled back from the kiss, eyes wide. “You’re ready to go again? Already p>
He smiled rakishly. “Impressed p>
To be honest, yes, she was. She pushed him onto his back and slid astride his hips. “I’m on top this time p>
Declan’s hands grasped her hips. His eyes gleamed with golden heat. “I’m yours, any way you want me p>
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