She forgot how to swallow for a moment and couldn’t speak, but she didn’t offer any resistance when he applied pressure and opened her like a book, a secret book she’d never let anyone else but him read. Self-consciousness swamped her.
But the full, slow inhale he gave at the sight of her spread wide for him sent a rush of hot warmth flooding her. He stared at her bared sex with hungry eyes and drew a fingertip over her crease, earning a soft curse from her.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice was like water over rough rocks. “You should see how wet and ready you are from just sitting here talking about this.”
She closed her eyes, trying to pull in a breath. She felt exposed, vulnerable as all get out, but the earth would’ve had to shake beneath her to get her to move.
He dipped a gentle finger into her, her body protesting the sudden invasion at first and then another wave of arousal rushing forward and easing the way. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, nails digging in. The slippery evidence of how easily she’d gotten turned on made her blush harder.
“How do you think you taste?” His voice was a hypnotic song as he slid his finger from inside her, and then swiped a wet fingertip over her lips. She gasped and he breached her mouth with his finger. The distinct taste of her arousal hit her tongue.
She jolted at the invasion and her eyes popped open, but when she saw the naked desire in his expression, she settled almost instantly. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted herself. They both knew it. They were both scientists at heart. Curiosity their drug. But somehow his looking at her like that made the embarrassment of that fall away like an unneeded layer of skin. Shameless. He challenged her to be shameless. It’s how she wanted to be.
He smiled, tugged his finger from her mouth, and then leaned forward and dragged the tip of his tongue over her lips, tasting what he’d painted there. He made a pleased sound and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, licking it clean. He released her with a slow drag of his teeth over her lip. “I think you taste fucking amazing.”
She was breathless. Like she’d just sprinted somewhere. She had to force a response out. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I need more. Come ’ere.”
He got to his feet and put a hand out. She stood, her knees a little weak and the rest of her dinner forgotten. He grabbed the back of her neck and planted a solid kiss on her mouth—like he hadn’t planned to do that but couldn’t resist. Then he walked her back against the counter. Before she realized what he was doing, he gripped her waist and lifted her onto the kitchen island. He slid the bottle of wine to the side.
“Lie back.”
“Why?”
He smiled slow, wholly wicked. “I’m going to have you for dessert.”
“Donovan . . .” She didn’t know what she was saying. Yes. No. All of her senses were firing at once.
He pressed his finger against her lips. “Let the worries go. I’ve got you, Rush. All I want is to make you feel good. Tell me if you want something to stop. Okay?”
His eyes were steady on hers, a deep ocean of things played there in his gaze, but the solidness of him, the confidence, made her feel safe. Wanted. She nodded. “Okay.”
She shifted to lie back, but he stopped her. “Hold on. One more thing. I want to see you.”
He gripped the edge of her sundress and gathered it up her body. Once she adjusted her hips for him, he lifted it over her head and left her bare except for her bra. He quickly unhooked it and did away with that, too. She was left stark naked under the gleaming light of the kitchen with him still fully dressed. Panic welled in her.
But his attention swept over her with undisguised lust, distracting her from her racing thoughts. He reached out to cup her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple and bringing it to a stiff, aching peak. “You’re so goddamned beautiful. I didn’t get the chance to take my time the first time we were together, but I plan on making up for that now.”
She swallowed past the knot in her throat. “Will I get to see you, too?”
He smiled and stepped between her spread thighs, his fingers gently teasing her nipples, sending hot frissons of need through her. “Later, I’m all yours. You can see and touch and taste whatever you want.”
Goose bumps prickled her skin as he kissed the side of her neck. She licked her lips. “I never got to touch you back then. To see you.”
He sucked at her collarbone. “I didn’t realize that you’d wanted to.”
She scoffed, the wine buzz and his hot, wet kisses making her inhibitions blur. “Are you kidding? It’s all I thought about for months before.”
He lifted his head at that. “Months?”
“Never mind.”
He grinned. “Oh no, Rush. Now you’ve got to tell me. I’ve got your pretty tits in my hands. You know how easily I could torture you?”
He bent and took one in his mouth, sucking it between his lips and circling his tongue around it. God. God. She moaned as the sensation darted straight downward and settled in between her legs. “Oh, fuck . . .”
He pulled off with a soft pop. “See. Tell me. Imagine how long I could suck and tease these without touching anything else and be perfectly content. I could drag out the evening just playing with you and stroking my cock while I do it, never giving you what you need.”