Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
His lips were still under mine for a moment, likely too surprised to react, but then became a firm pressure as his good hand grabbed the back of my head, sinking into my hair, holding me to him as though I had any intention of trying to get away.
No, in fact, I was overwhelmed by the sensations washing over me right then.
I felt drunk on my body’s reaction to the fear, the chase, and the fact that we’d made it, that we were together.
I moved up onto my knees, reaching over to place my hands on his shoulders to brace myself as I started to climb across the car.
Donovan reached down, easing his seat back so I didn’t press into the steering wheel.
And then I was straddling his lap. And his arms were around me, his casted hand a heavy weight on my hip.
Leaning over him, my lips pressed harder, deepening the kiss. It was my tongue that moved forward first, claiming his.
A rumbling sound moved through Donovan, reverberating into me, only intensifying the sensations that were moving through me.
My heartbeat was hammering harder than before. My skin felt like it was buzzing. And the ache between my thighs was begging for relief.
Donovan’s hand moved down, grabbing my ass, and pulling me down so my heat pressed against his hard cock.
There was no pretending I wasn’t aching for him.
My hips ground down on him, making a surge of pleasure bloom through me, making me do another roll of my hips.
Then another.
Donovan’s lips ripped from mine, going to my neck. Lips kissing, tongue flicking, beard scraping.
Suddenly, my clothes felt scratchy and uncomfortable on my overheated skin.
I didn’t even think twice as I reached down to grab the hem of my shirt, then yanked it up and off of me.
Donovan’s eyes were dark pools of need, heavy-lidded and intense, as he looked at me.
His chest was rising and falling quickly, matching my own ragged breathing.
His hand teased up my ribs, under the band of my bra.
I was too impatient to wait.
I reached behind my back, unhooking the clasps, then yanking off my bra, tossing it toward the passenger seat.
“Fuck,” Donovan hissed, his head slamming back on the rest as he sucked in a steadying breath. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we should stop.”
“No,” I said, leaning forward, pressing my lips into his neck this time.
“No?”
“No, I don’t want to stop,” I whispered against his skin as his hand moved out. Like he had no control over it at all, despite his words, it shifted up, cupping my breast.
A small moan escaped me as his thumb and forefinger started to roll my hardened nipple, and my hips ground down on his cock again as I became almost distractedly aware of the empty space inside of me, the need to feel him filling it.
Sitting back, I reached down between us, working my button and zipper free.
“Baby, we don’t have—“ he started, always being the good guy, wanting to give me an out if I needed it. And while it was sweet and I appreciated it more than I could ever tell him, I didn’t need an out.
I needed him inside of me.
Reaching up, I grabbed his hand from my breast, and pressed it inside my shorts instead.
That primal growl moved through him again as he felt how wet I was for him, how much I wanted this, wanted him.
There was no hesitation.
His fingers slid down my cleft, sliding inside of me, and his thumb found my clit, starting to work me even as he leaned forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making white-hot need course through me.
My own hands slid down his chest, careful not to press too hard, then finding the bulge in his pants, and sliding my palm over it for a moment before sliding inside, and pulling out his thick length.
I stroked him as he worked me, but impatience built with each passing second.
It wasn’t long before I was releasing him, pulling his hand out of my pants, then lifting up off of him, awkwardly shimmying out of my shorts and panties as he watched me with molten eyes.
After some effort, I was completely naked above him, and I felt my skin spark and warm under his hungry gaze.
Then I was reaching for my purse, digging blindly until I found what I was looking for.
One of the condoms I’d tossed in while packing just in case.
I handed it to Donovan as I leaned forward again, running my lips and tongue over his neck, up to his ear, feeling his breathing getting more and more ragged.
“I need to be inside of you,” he hissed, making me pull back to find his eyes focused, full of desire.
For me.
I was drunk off that power as I lifted up slightly, then shifted over him fully, watching his face as I lowered down.