Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) by Lauren Blakely

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps, letting go and ripping off his shirt too. “Bedroom. Now.”

After I toe off my shoes, I arch a brow, loop my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tug him toward the stairs. “Gotta make it up another set of stairs if you want me naked in bed.”

He kicks off his shoes. “Mmm. I do. Want you spread out on that bed. You sent me that pic to tempt me.”

“And you have a problem with that?”

“No. I fucking love it.”

“Good. I’ll keep tempting you then.” I turn and head up the stairs, letting him enjoy the view of my ass.

He whistles appreciatively. “Damn. Look at your ass, babe.”

“Five years in the majors doing even more squats every day will do that to a rear end.”

With a laugh, he curls his palms over my ass. “God bless your daily workouts.”

Seconds later, we enter my bedroom, and I flick on the light, slide off my ring and set it on the nightstand, then spin around to savor the view. “Declan Steele. In the flesh. In my bedroom,” I say, amazed, utterly amazed, that he’s here for me. My hands take their sweet-ass time traveling over his chest, his abs, his arms.

My lips get in on the action too, as I dip my face and kiss his pecs, licking his nipples, biting, drawing out harsh moans. His hands grip my head as I explore him with my tongue, then I lift my face, our eyes finding each other. His are shimmering with raw desire, and longing too.

But it’s a new kind of longing. Like he can’t believe his luck. “No place else I’d rather be than with you,” Declan murmurs.

“Be with me,” I say, and the double meaning isn’t lost on him.

“I will,” he answers, in a voice stitched with truth.

My eyes sail down his body, stopping at my favorite part—the hard ridge in his jeans. “Mmm. Hello, big guy. It’s been a long time. But it is nice to see you again,” I say to the outline of his dick.

He laughs, as I grab the waistband of his jeans, my fingers sliding under the material, exploring his happy trail. I pull him close as I fall back onto the king-size bed, bringing him on top of me.

I scoot up across the mattress, and we kiss again, rough this time, fevered, the kind of kissing that’s a prelude to fucking. “God, it’s all so good,” he hums. “I just can’t stop kissing you.”

“Don’t stop,” I say as my hips roll and I seek his touch.

Our eagerness has its own pulse, and it’s spiking as his lips roam across my face, over my jaw, under my chin. I shudder, my body nothing but a lightning rod for desire.

Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pant out his name, gasp out swears, murmur my Gods.

It’s all so good, so right.

But I need to get closer.

As close as I can.

I can’t stand it any longer—not fucking him.

Breaking the kiss, I push up on my elbows. He raises his face, looking lust-struck, those brown eyes blazing with heat.

“How are we doing this? I’m so aroused right now, I’ll top, I’ll bottom. Whatever you want,” I say, laying it out there for my guy.

“Both,” he says in a burst of desire. “Let’s fuck each other, babe. I want it all with you. Want to feel everything. Just everything.”

I nod savagely, my throat dry, my body an inferno.

Everything is new again.

Everything is a first.

It’s heady and powerful, this night.

Last time around, the sex felt like the start of my adult life. This feels like the start of the rest of my life.

My heart thunders.

My pulse races, powered by more than the physical. It’s powered by the future I can feel starting to unfold with him.

We scurry off the bed, stripping down to nothing. I’m caught in a blur of lust and pure joy as we undress the rest of the way in seconds. Our clothes hit the floor, and I need a moment to admire the man standing in front of me.

“You look so fucking good,” I growl as I stare at him, eating him up with my eyes, devouring the sight in front of me.

Declan Steele dressed in nothing.

My mouth waters as I gaze at his thick cock, hard, pulsing, a drop of pre-come on the tip like a filthy promise. “Missed you so much,” I tell him as I grip his cock, and my entire body shudders. Hell, my soul trembles as I stroke his throbbing dick. It all feels so right.

“Yes,” he rumbles, his hips rocking into my fist. “Did I ever miss you.”

For a few delirious minutes, I stroke his shaft, cup his balls, and get reacquainted with him in all the best ways.

But soon, that’s not enough. He pushes me back on the white duvet. I scoot up to the pillows as he crawls over me, and it’s the best déjà vu of my life as he stares at me like he’s going to ravage me.

I point to the nightstand. “Drawer. Lube. Now.”

As he reaches to get it, I push down the duvet to the foot of the bed, then lie back on the sheet. He kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs open. “Hello, perfect gorgeous cock I want to worship with my mouth and tongue,” he says to my dick.

I crack up, loving that we can laugh in the middle of all this intensity.

But I stop laughing seconds later, when he drops his lips to my dick. “Your mouth, Deck,” I groan as he sucks the head of my cock, flicks me with his tongue, then licks a long, ravenous stripe up my shaft.