Declan’s fingers snaked into the hem of my sweats, and he pulled them down. And then he was lifting me, setting me on the marble counter. The stone was freezing against my overheated skin, and I sucked in a breath as he parted my thighs, my sweats and panties falling to the floor. Declan trailed a finger along my center. “So damn beautiful.” My breath came in short pants. He arched a brow. “Going to stay still and let me have my dessert?” I swallowed hard. “Yes.” Declan’s eyes melted into that silver I loved. “Good girl.”
