The next stroke after she baits him sends her flying. She always runs hot. Quick off the blocks. 0 to 160 in seconds. When your sex is grab-and-go, up against walls in smoky dark bars or a few hours in a bedroom a fuckton nicer than yours, you don't count on your partner getting you there.

Declan gets her there. Goddamn does he get her there. She's still pinging with the aftershocks when she hears his voice. Also, shaking, WTF? She lowers herself slowly to her stomach and then her side. "Yeah. Can you..." Kate tugs at his arm. "C'mere?"