Layne couldn’t ever remember wanting anything quite this much. God, her hands were shaking.
She dropped her flashlight and unbuttoned her shirt. It took her seconds to shuck off her trousers, tank and underwear. The warm breeze brushed over her naked skin, and she shivered. She was already flushed, her breasts swollen, an empty ache between her legs.
As soon as she stepped into the water, Declan froze and his head whipped up. His gray gaze settled on her and he seemed to still even more. Like a predator sensing prey entering his range.
For a second, Layne wondered if the priestesses of Nephthys had done this. Stepped naked into the water in worship, a sacrifice to their goddess.
Right now, Layne knew this was no sacrifice.
She strode through the water and that seemed to trigger something in Declan. He surged toward her, the water splashing around his feet.
She wasn’t sure who closed the last few feet between them. She leaped at him and he dragged her into his arms. Layne wrapped her legs around his waist, and then his mouth slammed down on hers.
God. That taste. She kissed him back, her hands fisting in his hair.
He groaned, his kiss deepening. His hands clamped under her butt and he strode toward the shore.
Layne was too busy kissing him to worry where he was taking her. When he knelt and lay her down, she realized he’d made a bed for them just inside the temple, not far from the fire outside. He’d laid down palm fronds and covered them with their clothes and a blanket from his pack.
She reached her arms above her head and watched as he knelt above her.
The temple columns rose up against the magnificent backdrop of the bright stars in the night sky.
But none of that compared to the molten desire in Declan’s eyes and his hard body, inches from hers.
He kissed her again, then his mouth traveled downward, tracing along her jaw, then he nipped at her neck. She arched into him with a small cry.
“Damn, I feel like I’ve wanted you forever,” he rasped against her skin.
Next, he lapped at one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth.
“Declan!” She tugged on his hair.
“Wish we had more light.” He sucked on her nipple before his mouth traveled over to her other breast. “I’d like to see all this smooth skin of yours. Trace the veins beneath with my tongue.”
“You’re doing fine,” she gasped out. As his mouth abandoned her breast, sliding down her belly, she sucked in a breath. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He lapped at her skin. “Not until I’ve fucked you so hard you’ll feel me tomorrow.”
He pushed her thighs apart and Layne felt all her muscles trembling. He made a hungry sound and she felt the warmth of his breath over the most intimate part of her.
“You want my mouth on you, Rush?”
She lifted her hips up to him in answer.
His fingers bit into her thighs. “Do you want my tongue inside you?”
“Declan.”
“Give me the words, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”
“Yes. Yes! I want your mouth on me. Please.”
With a growl, he leaned down and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue slid deep inside her, pumping against her, licking, lapping.
“Oh…” Layne heard her cry echo around them.
He was relentless, and the sensations crashing over her made it hard to breathe.
Then he moved and his clever tongue circled her clit.
“Yes.” She grabbed his hair, trying to move him where she needed him.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Suck my clit, Declan.”
His mouth closed around her slick nub.
God. She thrashed as he sucked and licked at her.
The sensations were so strong she could barely hold on. Then with one more wild, primal suck, she fell over the edge and screamed her release.
She lay there, panting, her gaze moving upward.
Declan knelt above her, a stark, hungry look on his face. His large, thick cock jutted upward toward his six-pack abs.
Layne shivered again and knew the pleasure wasn’t over.
It was only beginning.
Declan felt the rush of blood pumping through his body and the sweet taste of Layne on his lips.
Blind need made his gut clench hard, and his only thought was to lodge himself deep inside her warm, willing body.
He needed to be inside her.
He gripped his cock and leaned down, he rubbed the head against her damp warmth. She made a small sound that enflamed him.
“Declan, please. I need you.” She curled her legs around his waist, one foot pressing against his ass, urging him on.
He fought for some control. “Shit, Layne, I don’t have any condoms.” He dragged in a breath. “I’m clean as of my last check up.”
She undulated against him. “I get a birth control shot, and I’ve got no health issues.”