Aurora

Yes, Declan.

Oh God, yes, please.

I want more too. I want so much more.

Those words ran on repeat through my lust-addled brain.

I felt foggy, consumed by him. Sawdust and spice swirled around me, intoxicating me, driving me crazy, strengthening my insane urge to drop on my knees and beg him for everything he had to give.

“I’m going to get my tools,” he murmured at my earlobe, sending a shiver coursing through all the sensitive, forbidden zones of my body.

I swallowed the jagged boulders in my throat, fluttered my eyes closed and breathed, “Okay.”

In the next instant, he was out of my arms and out my front door.

I missed him instantly.

“God, Twinkles.” I picked up the fluff butt curled at my feet. “What’s wrong with me?” I snuggled into her snow-white fur, and for the first time in my life, thought Declan Callaghan was one man I actually might want to stay. The thought of him walking out that door, never to come back, sliced my heart in half, and I didn’t even know why. Sure, I tossed and turned, him on my mind all night long last night.

I chalked that nonsense up to the lonely holiday season approaching or the lunar cycles or anything but what it really was. And what was it? I hadn’t even figured it out yet.

Declan breezed back into the kitchen a moment later, his slightly too-long hair a little wild from the winter wind whipping outside. In his hands was a beat-up, rusted toolbox, and he had a gorgeous smile on his face.

I watched him with rapt attention as he pulled a screwdriver out of the box and headed to the cupboard. He stretched, hands fumbling with the hinge at the top, his crisp white T-shirt riding up his waist and revealing creamy bronze skin to my hungry eyes.

“Oh my God.” A soft groan escaped my lips.

“What’s that, Snow?” He turned, catching a glimpse of my eyes trained on him. His grin deepened before he replied, “Didn’t know my tool would make you so hot.”

My eyes slammed up to his, embarrassment reddening my already warm cheeks. “I… You’re… Ugh. Men.”

I spun out of the kitchen, his laughter following me down the hallway. I ducked into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. God, what was I thinking? I was still in my scrubs, my hair in a messy ponytail, the little bit of makeup I’d put on earlier now melted off. “You’re such a mess, Aurora. Why would he ever want someone like you?”

His deep voice came around the corner and followed me straight into the bathroom, his lips catching at the skin near the back of my neck. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hands up my torso, his hard dick digging into the back of my waist. “You’re smart, you’re driven, you’re caring.” His palms skimmed over the swell of my breasts. My nipples puckered as my hips began a slow rock against him on instinct. “And you don’t take any of my shit.” He spun me in his arms, eyes searing mine. “You’re goddamn perfect.”

His thumbs spread across my cheekbones, hands holding my head in place before his lips were on mine, our bodies pushing together as our tongues danced. This man was stealing my sense and my breath with every word out of his mouth.

A flashback of the expanse of bronze skin at his waist sent desire pooling between my thighs as I pushed my hands under the shirt at his waist and connected my fingertips with his hot flesh. I couldn’t help imagining the way he would drag his fingers across my skin, his lips trailing over my breasts, his hands digging into my thighs as he sheathed his cock deep inside my body.

I backed away, suddenly breathless at the visions of lust swirling in my mind.

“Ah, don’t look at me that way, Snow.” He pushed a hand through his hair, his eyes appearing like he was warring with himself. “Don’t look at me like you’re begging me to take you to my bed. Fuck, I want inside you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He held my chin, gaze devouring mine. “I want all of you. There’s nothing temporary about what’s going on here, so you might as well understand that now.”

I swallowed, shock radiating through me. “Yes.” I nodded. “I understand.”

I didn’t know what the hell I was saying, what he even meant entirely, but anything with him sounded good.

“Good girl.” He pressed another kiss to my lips before he lifted me up onto my bathroom counter, fingertips working under the rough fabric of my scrubs. “Now let’s get you out of these work clothes.”

He grinned before slipping the baby blue fabric over my head, his hand pulling my hair out of its ponytail a second later. Then he was on me, all hands and mouth and lips. Sweet heaven, his lips might be my new favorite thing.

“Wait, Declan—”

“My friends call me Dec, but call me whatever makes you hot.”

I huffed, suddenly remembering just how cocky this bastard was. I crossed my arms over my chest, blocking his view of my cotton bra.

One eyebrow arched, one side of his mouth crooking into a shit-eating grin. “Got something on your mind, Dr. Snow?”

I clamped down on my lip, narrowing my eyes at him. “Ever think maybe your friends call you Dick because you are one?”

He broke out into a belly laugh, the rich sound echoing off the walls of my small bathroom.

“That’s exactly why I love you, Snow. No goddam wonder I couldn’t get you out of my head last night.” His lips attached themselves to my neck, hands locking at my wrists and pushing them behind my back. I moaned, his cock nestling between my thighs and rubbing up the seam of my soaked pussy.

“Christ, every noise that comes out of your mouth just makes me hotter.” He rocked into me, his hands working at the waistband of my pants before he finally had them pushed down my thighs.

“Elves?” He dropped to his knees and sucked in a ragged breath, nose pressed to the damp cotton of my panties. “Festive, Snow.”

Shame burned its way up my neck when I remembered I’d thrown on a pair of Christmas undies this morning. God, there was nothing about me that was attractive right now, and yet here he was, on his knees, head buried between my thighs—

“Oh, oh, oh my God!”

His lips connected with the hot bud of my clit through the damp cotton.

“Keep singing like an angel, baby. The show’s only just begun.” He positioned his fingers inside the waist of my panties and pulled, tearing the fabric off my body and leaving his mouth sucking at my bare pussy.

I crawled up the vanity, hips rocking on their own against his face as his tongue traced my slit and then delved in, twisting around my entrance and sending me to the heights of ecstasy.

“I want this pussy all to myself, Snow. All mine.” His tongue pushed past the entrance, swirling inside and sucking the juice from my body. “Look at this pretty little clit begging for my attention.”

“Oh God.” The words rasped past my lips.

“Not God, baby, Dec.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“Tasting your sweet cunt, which is now mine.”

I moaned, dropping my head back against the mirror, eyes closing as he ramped up his assault on my clit, licking and nipping with his teeth, grabbing the sensitive flesh and causing an orgasm to burn its way up my body, sending my nerves rioting around, confused and blissed out.

Before I even recovered, I heard the loud zip of his pants, and then he was shoving his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor.

“Oh God, you’re—”

“Huge.” His smile deepened. “I know.”

He ground his dick between us, running the thick tip up my seam. “You on birth control, baby?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Thank fuck. Don’t know what I would have done if you’d said yes. Not sure I could pull myself away from you at this moment. Like it or not, Snow, this pussy is mine to claim. I want to bury myself in your body and fill you up with my seed. Feel the walls of this gorgeous cunt fisting my dick like a good girl.”

He rubbed the head of his dick against my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head and soft pants to burn past my lips. “You like this? Your pussy is so juicy I won’t have any trouble sliding right in.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, sliding my arms around his shoulders, feeling every muscled bulge of him.

I never wanted Declan Callaghan to leave.