Leaving the condom on the sheets, I slid her shorts down, tossing them behind me. Later, I’d stare. Take my fill. Memorize the way she looked. For now, I was skin-drunk, and couldn’t keep my hands, my mouth, off her. I kissed my way back up her legs, gently nipping at her inner thighs, tracing circles on the backs of her knees. Lou opened for me, and I settled in, licking and sucking and learning her body. The sounds she made. Nothing in my entire life had sounded sweeter. Nothing.

I hummed my pleasure and she arched, moaning long and loud.

I grinned, leaning back, blowing softly on her overheated flesh. She swore. I traced a finger along her folds, keeping my touch feather-light as I sucked her clit gently into my mouth.

Lou was begging now, yanking at my hair. I stayed stubbornly in place, savoring her, playing with her, taking her to the brink and then backing off again. Her hands dug into my hair like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull me up or hold me in place. Her impatience lit me up inside.

I grabbed the condom, tearing the package with my teeth before leaning back to roll it on. I took a second to admire Lou, her body flushed and waiting. Mine. I leaned down, notching myself at her entrance before pausing to kiss her softly. “Still okay?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a gentle kiss. “Declan,” she said, her tone grave, “if you don’t fuck me this second, I might actually die.”

“Thank the gods,” I said, and thrust into her. Fuuuuck. She felt…fuck. I held there, panting. “If you’d said no, I would have cried.”

She laughed, pulling me closer, sliding her lips along my neck. “We can’t have that.”

I laughed back, enjoying the feeling as it meshed with the heavy pleasure of the moment. It felt decadent. Sex with Lou felt serious, but also like play. And it felt good to play, but the heat, the scent, the fucking feel of her, changed my attitude quickly. She wasn’t laughing now but sighing as she arched beneath me, meeting my rhythm. Her eyes closed, her face tipped back. Beautiful. Lou was fucking beautiful. And I wanted her to look at me the same way I was looking at her.

I stilled, leaning down to bite her lip softly, tugging at it. “Look at me.”

Gray eyes met mine. I started to move, pausing as her eyelids fluttered shut again.

She groaned. “Quit stopping.”

I gave her another nip on her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue. “Quit closing your eyes.”

Lou grabbed my face. “I’m trying, but it feels too good.”

I nuzzled her throat, humming against the soft skin, before I shifted to a kneeling position. My hands wrapped around Lou’s hips, holding them so only her top half stayed on the mattress. I could see more of her now, her skin flushed in the moonlight. Lou gasped as the angle changed, allowing me to slide in deeper. Heat crept up my spine. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted.