Disappointed? Not even close. That was the absolute farthest thing from the truth.

“Drop them, Reagan,” he said, his voice low and measured. He was barely holding on to his control. He didn’t want to scare her. “Please.”

Slowly, she let her hands fall again until her arms hung slack at her sides. She lifted her chin, her long, dark hair spilling down her naked back, a few strands tickling across her breasts. She looked like his every naked princess fantasy come to life.

Not that he fantasized about naked princesses per se, but…yeah. She had a regal, pristine look to her that was driving him wild. A look-but-don’t-touch aura that made him want to do nothing but touch.

And touch and touch again.

He approached her, his hands going to her waist and giving her a good squeeze as he pulled her into him. She gasped, her arms going around his neck, and then their mouths fused together, tongues dancing as he walked her backward toward the bed. Turning, he yanked her down along with him, taking the brunt of the fall onto the mattress, a pile of quivering, warm, sexy woman collapsing on top of him.

Never did their lips part. The kiss continued, his hands wandering, sliding all over her curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He rolled her over so she was on her back and he moved down the length of her, racing his mouth over her skin, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other, licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned her encouragement, unintelligible whispers falling from her lips, as if she’d lost all rational thought.

Damn, he loved it. He was driving her wild. Her reaction was making him wild too. Deftly he peeled her panties past her hips, down her legs, until he was flinging them onto the floor. He had her naked and sprawled beneath him, and he let his gaze rove over her, taking her in, unable to help but stare at the exposed flesh between her legs.

“Pretty,” he murmured as he reached out and drew his index finger along her folds. She shuddered, her legs clamping shut around his hand, but he pushed her thighs back open, needing the visual. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Declan,” she murmured, her eyes sliding shut, her back bowing when he slipped his finger deep inside her body. “Feels so good.”

“You need me to make you come, baby?” he asked, adding another finger to the first. She was so wet and as hot as a furnace, her inner walls clinging to his fingers. Her entire body was tense—he could tell her orgasm was just in the distance and he increased his pace, wanting to see her fall apart.

Needing to see her come undone. Just for him.

Reagan nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip, a whimper as her answer. Shifting upward, he pressed his thumb against her clit as he took her mouth in a languid, tongue-thrusting kiss, his fingers working deep, his thumb making frantic circles. His cock was hard as a rock; all he wanted was to sink deep inside her body, but not yet.

Not yet. This moment was all about her.

The orgasm came over her in a rush, his name falling from her lips as the climax shuddered through her body. She clenched around his fingers, her mouth falling away from his as she panted oh God again and again.

All he could do was watch and coax her down, his touch gentling as he offered her tender kisses. She was a sweaty, shaky mess, her breaths coming in harsh little pants. He’d never seen a woman look so beautiful.

The throb of satisfaction that moved through him…he was the one responsible for the blissed-out expression on her face? He couldn’t begin to explain it.

And he still had his fucking underwear on.

Pulling away from her, he shucked the offending boxer briefs off and moved over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a couple of condoms from the box he’d put inside. He turned to find her still lying where he left her, sprawled in the middle of his bed, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile curling her lips.

“You’re staring,” she said when he didn’t so much as move.

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

She cracked one open. “I could feel you watching me.”

“You make me sound like a stalker.”

A giggle escaped her. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Thousands of women would love to call you their stalker.”

“Are you saying you want me to be your stalker?” He rounded the side of the bed and crawled onto the mattress to join her, dropping the condom on the bedside table before he collapsed next to her. Stretching out his hand, he touched her, drifting his fingers along her breasts, across her belly, sliding between her legs. Her skin was like silk, soft and alluring, and he was unable to resist. If he had his choice, he’d keep on touching her for hours.

Days.

His searching fingers seemed to spark her into action. She moved so fast, the next thing he knew she was on top of him, staring into his face, her hair falling all around them like a dark curtain. A sensual smile curved her lips and she darted out her tongue, licking them to a sexy shine.

“It would be an honor,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes.

All the blood in his body seemed to drain south, settling in his throbbing cock, which happened to brush against her tempting ass. She wiggled against him like she was doing it on purpose, making his eyes cross, and he clamped his hands down, keeping her in place. Pressed nice and close against his cock.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought against his firm grip, her ass still moving against his cock, making him eager to thrust inside her welcoming body.

“Slow down.” He smoothed his hands along the curves of her plump flesh, his fingers getting closer and closer to her wet, hot center. She shivered in his arms, bending over him so she could settle her lips on his in a decadent kiss. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips as her legs fell open wider, as if encouraging his touch. “I planned on savoring you, but…”

“I don’t want you to,” she immediately answered, lifting her head so he could rain kisses along the column of her neck. “Please.”

It was the “please” that made him lift her away so she fell to his side. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom so he could tear into the wrapper and slide it over his cock. She watched with an eager gaze, moving closer so she could kiss his chest, her hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock around the base.

But he was quicker, flipping over her so he hovered above her, his hips wedged between her thighs, his cock poised and beyond ready for entry. She stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

So fucking beautiful.

He wanted to imprint this moment into his memory. The moment where he first slid inside Reagan’s body. Because when he entered her, felt the stretch and pull of her inner walls clasp tight around him, he closed his eyes, buried his face in her hair…

And realized he never, ever wanted to leave.

The man was huge. And heavy. His cock filled her completely up, his big body weighed over her, hot and solid and so amazingly firm. She wanted to run her hands all over every single inch of him, memorize his skin with her fingertips.

So she did. Her hands were everywhere all at once, and he hovered above her, his jaw tight, sweat on his forehead, hair nearly falling into his eyes as his cock throbbed deep inside her body. And he hadn’t even really moved yet.

She was afraid if he did, she might spontaneously combust.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he muttered hoarsely, sounding tortured.

Reagan gazed up at him, saw the restraint in his face, the distended cords of muscle in his neck. His arms were shaking and she reached out, ran her fingers along their length, causing gooseflesh to rise. “So do you.”

Declan shifted, sending him deeper, and they groaned in unison. “I can hardly move.”