“Much better. I need to lay you out properly so I can feast.”

Feast.

That word sends heat surging through me, the warmth spreading through my limbs chased by goosebumps. He isn’t just going to eat me out, he’s going to make it a full meal—and I’m the only thing on the menu.

“Please,” I whimper, arching toward him. “Make me come, Declan. Fuck…”

Gripping my thighs to hold them open, he smirks and slowly lowers his head between my legs. I feel each of his breaths gusting over my skin, and when his tongue finds my clit again, something inside me snaps, making me cry out loudly.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he murmurs against me between flicks of his tongue, “so wet and sweet for me.”

He works me closer and closer to the edge, following my cues as I arch beneath him and tug at his hair. But he’s so in tune with my body that he seems to know just when to stop to keep me from flying right off the cliff, and he switches up his techniques every few minutes, keeping me guessing about what’s coming next.

Eventually, I get so worked up that it doesn’t matter what he does anymore. My toes curl and my head falls back as I feel my entire body start to clench—but just as I’m about to fall apart, he pulls his head back and glances at the clock on my nightstand.

“Oops, we’re out of time. We’d better get moving.”

I make a startled noise, then lift my head to blink at him in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m sure you don’t want to be late for this thing.” He smirks, his lips still glistening with my arousal. “It’s important to be punctual, right?”

I stare at him, my mind reeling as echoes of the pleasure he was just giving me continue coursing through me and my brain tries to make sense of what’s happening.

“You can’t just… leave me hanging like this,” I protest, my voice breathy with need.

The smirk on his face shifts to an exaggerated look of mock seriousness, although his eyes glint with heated amusement.

“Sorry, hummingbird. Come on. We’ve got to get moving,” he says, clearly enjoying my frustration. He reaches for my legs, trying to pull me toward him and off the bed, but I bat his hands away.

“Wait, are you really not gonna let me come after all that?”

He lifts one muscled shoulder in an easy shrug and gets to his feet. “Nope.” He plucks my panties from his back pocket where I didn’t even realize he’d stashed them and twirls them around one of his fingers a few times. “Not right now anyway. But don’t worry. It’ll happen at some point tonight, so you won’t be needing these.”