His lust fogged brain didn’t leave him so senseless that he forgot about a condom, though. He knew he needed one of those, so he made sure to get one out of his wallet as he was laying his pants across the chair and tossed it onto her nightstand so that it would be ready when he was.
When he was completely naked, he turned back to face her. He saw that she’d leaned back and was relaxing, reclined on her bent elbows. Her legs were crossed and she was watching him with an amused little smile.
He returned the grin. “What?” he asked with a smile in his voice.
She shrugged. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the show.”
As she said those words, her eyes traveled up and down his naked body, pausing when they reached his erection. They lingered there as she slowly licked her lips, reminding him of when he’d been buried in her hot mouth just moments before.
God, she was sexy.
He crossed to her into quick strides and dropped to his knees in one swift motion. With no waiting, no words, he planted his hands on her knees and pushed them forcefully apart. She gasped, her eyes widening.
“Oh, yes. Donovan, yes. Please,” she whimpered.
He smiled. Now he had her in the exact same position she’d had him just moments before, and it felt damn good.
He met her eyes. “Please, what?” he teased.
Her beautiful breasts, covered so scantily by the little bra she wore, rose and fell heavily as she heaved in one ragged breath after another. “Please…touch me,” she finally breathed.
He grinned. He extended one index finger and poked her knee. One little tap, and then he withdrew. “There. I touched you,” he said, and then winked.
She let her head fall back as a long and tortured groan escaped from her throat. When she looked back up and her eyes met his again, there was a desperate fire burning in them that made his cock jump.
“Not like that,” she moaned.
“Like what, then?”
“You know!” she spit out, then grabbed one of her pillows and beaned him upside the head with it.
He swatted the pillow away and laughed. “How can I know if you don’t tell me?” he said, and trailed one fingertip up one of her inner thighs and then down the other. She shivered and he saw her nipples harden and protrude, even below the stiff lace of her bra. He whispered, “If you don’t tell me what you want me to do, how will I ever know?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re evil,” she growled.
He grinned. “I’ve been called worse.”
The blush that he loved so much, that he found so unspeakably adorable, spread across her face and body, making the skin across her chest blotchy with arousal. Her lids dropped to half-mast and she took a deep breath. In a voice so low that it was hard to tell if he actually heard it or it was just his imagination, she whispered, “I want you to kiss me. You know. Down there.”
She cast her eyes between her legs as she said it to indicate where she was talking about, and he winked at her again. “All you had to do was ask.”