Never Been Ready (Ready #2)(42)

"Spread those beautiful legs wide for me, Leah, until one leg is on each side of the counter. Show me just how flexible my yoga-loving girlfriend is."

The man had told me he loved me, but hearing him call me his girlfriend reduced me to a love-struck teenage girl. I was mush, an absolute puddle of Declan-love goo. I lifted my legs, anchoring a foot on each side of the counter, with my knees bent. For support, I leaned back and let my hands rest on the countertop behind me. I was spread-eagle on my bathroom counter, and Declan looked like he'd just won the f**king lotto.

"Goddamn, that's a beautiful sight. I really want to take a picture of it."

"You want to take a picture of my snatch?" I asked, kind of amused. I'd never been told that one before.

"Are you kidding? I'd be f**king stupid if I didn't. Having that picture with me when we are apart..."

His words drifted off then, and he looked at me. We hadn't discussed what would happen after Declan finished his current project. We had decided to enjoy our time together until the time came. But we knew a decision would have to be made. A long-distance relationship between California and Virginia would never work.

Our eyes connected, and the lack of time we had left together suddenly seemed even more evident than before. His eyes heated again, and he came at me, burying his hands in my wet hair and kissing me like his life depended on it. Our tongues twisted and moved together like we were trying to fuse our bodies, defying the impending separation with our kiss.

"I need a taste of that sweet pu**y first," he said against my lips before dropping to his knees in front of me.

Unlike other positions, I could watch him this time. Fingers spread my folds, and his mouth made contact with my core. I cried out in response, bucking against his tongue, as he licked me. From my spot on the counter, I looked down as he tongue f**ked me with fervor, like he couldn't get enough. Just then, his eyes found mine. Those hazel eyes were now so vividly green, and I was done. I climaxed against his mouth as he watched and sucked, drawing it out to make the orgasm last longer. Just when the last quake died down, Declan's tongue slipped back into my channel, working my body like it was his to command.

"No, Declan, I can't. Not again," I said, panting, already feeling the orgasm beginning to build. Holy shit, really?

"You can, and you will," he answered.

He found my clit and flicked it with his tongue as his fingers slipped into my tight, slick core. When his mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked, I fell over the edge again, calling out his name. He rose then and slipped his slick fingers into my mouth as my hands found the waistband of his pajama bottoms. As I sucked on his fingers, licking off the taste of my own body, I untied the tie at the center of his waist and then let his pants fall to the floor. There, before me, was Declan —naked, turned-on, and mine, completely mine.

"Stay, just like that," he commanded, pointing to my legs, still bent up on the counter.

He slid me a bit farther to the edge, so I was nearly falling off, and then without warning, he slammed into me. I gasped at the sudden invasion, my body grasping his tightly, as he continued to thrust in and out. Our bodies crashed together as he kept up the relentless pace. I let my head fall back as I moaned and screamed out his name while he gripped my hips, so he could push farther into me.

"Say it, Leah. I need to hear it. Now."

"I love you."

"Say it again."

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling a third orgasm started to build. "I love you, Declan!" I screamed as trembled and broke apart.

I watched his eyes as I came, feeling my body clamp down on his c**k while it pumped in and out of me. He gave one last thrust, and then he called out my name as he came.

He leaned down and kissed me gently. It was a complete opposite to the frenzied lovemaking we'd just shared. Yin and yang, sweet and spicy, the best of two worlds —that was Declan James.

"I forgot to tell you why I came in here," he whispered in my ear.

"You mean, it wasn't to f**k me senseless?" I teased.

"Well, that became my intent the moment I saw you in that towel."

"So, the reason?"

"Oh, right. Merry Christmas." He grinned.

I grinned back. I cherished the fact that I would be able to spend the entire day with all the people I loved, and I wouldn't have to spend a single second thinking about my father. And it was all thanks to Declan.

Chapter Thirteen

~Declan~

"The doctor dude from Thanksgiving isn't going to be here, is he?" I asked, as we pulled into Clare's parents' driveway.

There weren't nearly as many cars here as on Thanksgiving, so I took that as a good sign.

"No" —Leah laughed —"just immediate family today, Hotshot. You really didn't like him, did you?"

"He was flirting with you —right in front of me!" I said defensively.

That only made her laugh harder. I gave her a scowl, and she pulled my hand in hers.

"You had nothing to worry about then, and you have nothing to worry about now. A million men could flirt with me, but I'm not going anywhere."

"Damn straight," I answered with a grin, leaning across the seats to kiss her.

Just as I deepened the kiss, I heard a tiny giggle and my eyes sprang open just in time to see a little girl's head appear in the car window. We pulled apart quickly as Leah turned and opened the door.