Then his mouth was on her and fingers plunged deep and streaks of light moved behind her eyelids, everything going multihued and blurry. Oh, God. She held on to his hair like it was her only rope over a ravine. His tongue lashed her, teeth grazing her, everything imprecise and messy. Ravenous. He was off leash and devouring her, like he couldn’t help but glut himself on her. He grabbed her thigh and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her open even wider and his tongue moved at her entrance. Licking her around his fingers, the sound of her arousal and his wet mouth the lewdest, sexiest soundtrack she’d ever heard.
“You’re gushing, baby,” he said in between kisses and licks. “I could eat you all night like fucking candy.”
She dug her heel into his back, shameless now, riding his face and putting him where she needed him. She gasped out her response. “As long as there’s cock involved somewhere on the menu.”
He laughed, a surprised bark of a thing, and he stroked his fingers against her swollen flesh. “I fucking love that about you, Rush. You blush so pretty, but you’re so goddamned dirty beneath that.” He tucked two fingers inside her. “And I promise. Cock will be heavily involved in tonight’s activities.”
“Excellent.”
“But right now you’re going to come for me. You’re going to come hard on my face and then I’m going to fuck you over that desk. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you bent over for me.”
She didn’t have time to respond because then his mouth was on her again and his fingers were pumping and any thought she’d ever had in her life drained out of her brain. All that was left was sensation and need and the pulse, pulse, pulse of her clit beneath his lips and her pussy around his fingers.
Her gaze locked on the bookcase across from her. All her textbooks, her bound research studies, all her academic awards. It was the bookcase of a studious, diligent woman. A woman who had stayed on the smart, safe path. But reflected in one plaque she could see herself and Donovan, her leg thrown wantonly over his shoulder, that dark head between her thighs like she was the most decadent meal of his life. And the two things seemed to merge into one. The respected doctor. The sensual woman. She could be both. She would be.
Her eyes fell shut as Donovan hit her sweet spot and everything fell away. His hair turned to hot silk between her fingers and every nerve ending on her body lit up. She came with a loud cry and rocked her hips against him, unashamed to take. And he gave her every bit she needed, sending her flying, and holding her up when she started to coast down.
But he didn’t give her long to stop spinning. Before she’d caught her breath, he stood and lifted her into his arms. He hadn’t taken off his button-down or even unfastened his pants and she was a naked, wet mess in his arms. She couldn’t find it in herself to worry about it. She reached up and touched his stubbled jaw. “You’re good at that.”
He smiled, his lips still shiny from the pleasure he’d given her. “You look drunk. You going to fall asleep on me, Rush?”
She dragged her nails along the edge of his jaw. “No, you promised me something, doctor. I expect to get it. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
Possessiveness flared in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting my whole life.”
Warmth spread through her, and Donovan set her on her feet and gave her a soft kiss. Then he turned her around. The desk loomed in her view. It was a new one. Eli had replaced the other as promised. But all of her mundane office things were on it. Files. Papers. Supplies.
Donovan shoved it all to the far end and then stepped behind her. The sound of his belt being undone sent a hard shiver through her. He grabbed her hands and drew her arms behind her back. The belt wrapped around her wrists as he secured her arms. The feel of the leather against her, the snugness of the restraint sent her blood fizzing.
He brushed the tip of his nose along that sensitive spot behind her ear. “Every time you sit at this desk from now on, you’re going to think about what I’m about to do to you. You’re going to get warm and wet while trying to do your work. You’re goin
g to want to touch yourself. It’s going to be torture. And I’m going to love it.”
He pressed a hand to her back and guided her down. Her naked skin pressed to the cool surface and everything went extra sensitive. She closed her eyes, a fresh wave of arousal going through her. He checked the tightness of the belt and then went over to the cabinet.
“What are you doing?” Her breaths were coming sharp and fast by the time he returned.
“I think I left you with an unfinished list.” She jolted when he gripped her thighs, spreading her stance wide. “Easy now.”
One careful finger brushed over her back opening. Her entire body tried to clench. “Oh. Oh.”
He teased her oh-so-gently, activating sensations that made her toes curl in her sandals. “I seem to remember a particular fantasy I wrote for the study that you left copious notes on once upon a time. The handwriting was so messy on a certain part that I knew your hands hand been shaking. And the ink had been smudged. Like wet fingers had touched it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on not making a sound, on not letting him know how he was affecting her.
Donovan’s blunt nails raked over her ass cheek. “Oh, how many times did I stroke my cock with thoughts of that? The quiet girl down the hall had taken my fantasy about a woman getting held down for anal sex and had touched herself over it? Do you know what that did to me? Thinking about what you might have done to yourself?” He pushed his erection against the seam of her ass, the denim of his jeans coarse against her and making everything even more sensitive. “Did you try a finger here? To see what it might feel like?”
Marin bit her lip so hard she worried she’d cut it. She knew exactly which scenario he was talking about. She’d been shocked and appalled and ridiculously turned on by it. At eighteen, she hadn’t even realized women did that. But God, it’d put ideas in her head. And she had touched herself, had learned how sensitive that part of her could be. She would’ve never admitted that out loud.
Until now. “Yes.”
The sound Donovan made in the back of his throat—like pain and pleasure and everything sexy and wonderful rolled into one—made her admission worth it. “Shameless. Who could’ve imagined?”
“You made me that way.”
He shifted and something nudged against her sex. Something smooth and cool. “Tell me again the color of the sky.”
His voice sounded strained now, tense. He was riding an edge.