“He shows up tonight and hands me flowers, and before I could say anything to him, there you were, in all your sexiness, and I was just… thrown.”

“What happened after I left?”

She bites her lip and looks down at her hands, but I catch her chin in my fingers and tilt her head up to look at me. “What happened, Callie?”

“I gave him back his flowers and said thank you, but I’m not interested in dating him.”

“Why?” I’m whispering now as hope surges through me. Her eyes drop to my mouth. “Why, baby?”

“Because the little things aren’t little to me, either. And I didn’t know—”

“Don’t stop now.” I smile and cup her cheek in my hand, while the other brushes through her soft hair.

“I didn’t know that the little things were so big until you.”

I take a deep breath, so fucking relieved. I tip my forehead down to hers and close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her against me.

“I don’t know where this is going—” My voice is a hoarse whisper. “—but I want to find out.”

“Me too.”

My hands glide down her back to her ass, and I grip the globes and lift her easily. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I head for the stairs, moving fast, making her giggle. “What was wrong with the parlor?”

“Nothing, and I’ll have you there eventually, but once we get started, we’re not going to stop for quite some time and I want you to be comfortable.” With my eyes locked on hers, I push inside my bedroom. But instead of taking her to the bed, I brace her up against the back of the closed door and hike her skirt up over her hips.

“It’s so convenient that I don’t wear underwear,” she pants as her hands gather my shirt and urge it over my head.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile and I just can’t stand it anymore. It’s as though my lips haven’t touched hers in years as I take her mouth with mine, kissing, licking, biting. My cock is ready to burst through my jeans, but I don’t want to move from this spot. She’s grinding against me, with her legs locked around me like a vice, her hands are in my hair, gripping at my shoulders, scratching down my back, as if she doesn’t know where she should touch first, and I love every bit of it.

“In me,” she says, her voice heavy with urgency.

“I’ll get there.”

“Declan.” She frowns, but I smile and nibble my way down her neck.

“Yes, sugar, that’s my name, and I’m the one in control here. I’m going to fuck you blind, but I’m going to do it in my own way on my own timeline.” I bite her collarbone, and then growl in frustration because she still has too many clothes on, so I spin and carry her to the bed and strip her down as she manages to help me out of my jeans and makes my eyes cross as she jacks my cock.

“Put your hands on the headboard.” She’s on her back now in the middle of the bed, and if she keeps touching me, this will be over way too fast.

“I want to touch you.”

I cock a brow. “I didn’t ask.”

She cocks a brow right back at me, which makes me want to bark out a laugh, but I keep my face sober, watching her until she complies, holding on to the headboard.

“Keep them there.”

“Yes, sir,” she says primly.

“I’ll spank you for that,” I mutter and let the smile show when she replies with “I hope so.”

I take a minute to just take her all in. She’s spread before me like a feast, and I’m going to fucking devour every inch of her.

I start with kissing down her chest and over to each nipple, making them hard and wet, then blow on them. Callie squirms under me and sighs in delight.

“So responsive,” I whisper before placing wet kisses down her belly, gently tugging on the navel piercing with my teeth. I spread her legs wide and grin in satisfaction at the sight of her perfect, glistening pussy. “You’re already wet.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. “Maybe you should double check.”

“I am a thorough man,” I reply and settle in to taste her. I lick her from anus to clit, and back down again. Her hips buck and she grabs my hair in her fist. I back away and glare up at her. “I said keep your hands above your head.”

“Right, like I can do that when you’re doing that.”

“You can do it.” I wait until she complies and then I dive back in. I pull her lips into my mouth and fuck her with my tongue, then lick my way up to her clit and sink two fingers inside her.

“Fucking hell!” she cries out, thrashing on the bed. Her body is flushed and tight, her belly moving up and down as she chases her release.

Suddenly, I flip her over and slap her ass, and with her up in the air, I bury my face in her again, licking, biting, sucking, until I feel the muscles inside her convulse around my fingers. She cries out, the words incoherent, and rides the wave as far as it’ll take her, until she collapses, ass in the air, panting and purring in my sheets.

As she calms, I reach for protection and drag my fingertips up and down her legs, and then just to stir her up again, I lick her from clit to anus and rise up on my knees, guide myself inside her and cover her with my body, bracing myself on the headboard above her, pounding her in earnest.

“Holy shit,” I growl when she tightens around me. “That’s right, baby, come for me again.”