Even her soft snores were turning him on. After she fell asleep in his truck, Donovan decided to bring Kate back to his place. Because then she could rest as long as she needed, and he could take better care of her at his place. He figured she might get sick from the tequila the moment she woke up. Donovan simply scooped her out of his truck and carried her into the elevator of the basement parking in his apartment building.
After turning the key for the penthouse apartment, the elevator doors closed behind them and they went up to the eighth floor. He entered his apartment with Kate still in his arms and placed her purse in the living room on the side table next to the couch. He passed his studio on his way to the bedroom and glimpsed inside the open door. He made a mental note to lock the studio door before morning; he hadn’t counted on bringing Kate back to his place tonight.
Gently, he placed her in the middle of his four-post, king-size bed. She stirred, he stood dead still, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. He needed her to sleep a little longer—even if it was just for a moment longer so he could have his fill of seeing her lying here in his bed.
She seemed so peaceful, so beautifully unaware of the turmoil that was going on inside his head. He finally had her in his bed, where he’d wanted her to be for almost half a year now. When she turned and slipped her clasped hands under her cheek, he was overcome by a strange feeling in his chest, and he didn’t know how to approach her.
Kate pulled her knees up, and that damned silky dress hiked up so he could see the exact spot where her bubble butt started and her deliciously strong thighs ended. He wanted to lick along the seam of her black thong and explore what she tasted like.
She sighed in her sleep, and goose bumps formed on her arms. He picked up the comforter from the end of the bed but halted to undo her delicate feet from the confinement of her pumps. He placed them next to the bed and let the warm, fluffy fabric of his comforter fall gently over her body. Damn, what a shame to cover up such beauty.
“Mmmm, Donovan….”
Fuck. He was rock-hard already and hearing her moaning his name in her sleep was the final straw. He turned on his heel and walked into his bathroom. He needed to free himself from his clothes and take care of business. He knew he couldn’t act on his desire the way he really wanted. He needed Kate, but she was out like a light.
He stepped under the hot water and picked up his shower gel. After the suds covered his upper body, he slid his erection in his soapy hand. The feel of his slick hand on his hard cock made him jerk in anticipation. He knew this would be quick. Seeing Kate in the fuckin’ Velvet Club in that little excuse for a dress had been torturous foreplay.
She seemed unaware of him when he’d entered the club with Dec. Watching Kate tonight as she talked and giggled with Bree right after she witnessed those twins around him, hit him hard in the chest. She wasn’t one bit bothered by the scene. In similar situations over the last couple of months, she would turn her head, look sad, or even go home early because she apparently couldn’t stand the thought of Donovan hooking up with another woman.
The twins had surrounded him as soon as he reached the edge of the dance floor. Normally, he would show them a good time before going home with them for a night. But he had been there for Kate, and she’d just sat there, having the best time with her girl, not caring one bit those twins were rubbing up against him.
The thought of her losing interest in him made him wary and anxious. He needed Kate. He was finally in the right frame of mind and ready to make her his, and there she was, ignoring him. Karma really was a bitch.
As the water poured over Donovan’s face, he placed a hand against the cool tile. He pumped his other hand, squeezing his dick at the tip and going back to the base. Pumping harder and harder, he thought of a naked Kate in his bed. He would have her on her knees with her face pushed down on the mattress while he fucked her so hard she screamed out his name.
Feeling his approaching orgasm, Donovan stroked harder and harder. Finally, his release squirted against the bathroom tiles. He stood still for several minutes until his heartbeat was back to normal. Then he cleaned the tiles with the shower spray and stepped out of the stall to dry himself with a fresh towel from the cabinet.
When he stepped into the bedroom, Kate laid in the exact same position as he’d left her. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers from his walk-in closet and slipped under the comforter. He mirrored Kate, laying with his hands clasped under his cheek, looking at her beautiful face.
The small freckles kissing her pert nose, the sweet dimples next to her mouth that would deepen when she laughed, her soft, inviting full lips—he memorized every single bit of Kate. Her waist-long cocoa-colored hair still smelled like peaches.
The moonlight shone into the bedroom, so he could make out her petite form on his bed. She may be short, but she had one hell of a body. He saw her that one time in the dojo when she came in for a yoga class she took with Kayla, and he couldn’t help but try to get her attention. Every time she looked over her shoulder at him, she’d immediately turn her beet red head.
She had a tiny waist, but the curves on Kate’s body were out of this world. She had strong thighs, a perfect round butt, and soft, natural, big breasts. He wondered if she had pink nipples or cherry red. His dick stirred back to life, and he knew he needed to try to get some sleep.
When he closed his eyes, he counted back from twenty, but then Kate stirred, and he opened one eye to check on her. She was now lying on her back, her face partly covered by her hair that trailed down over her breasts. He wanted to rearrange the strands, but instead he decided to count back from fifty this time and closed his eyes once more.
When he opened his eyes again, he immediately looked over at Kate’s spot in his bed. The sun shone through the window, and the bed was empty next to him. He glanced at his phone on the dresser next to his bed. Hmm, it was nine in the morning. He felt the mattress next to him with his other hand and noticed it was still warm.
Where was his cupcake? He didn’t hear the shower running. He got out of bed and adjusted his morning wood before picking his gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt from his closet. After finger combing his black locks, he peered into the bathroom, only to come up empty.
He walked into the hallway but faltered as he suddenly remembered he’d wanted to lock the door to his studio last night. Seeing Kate lying in his bed last night distracted him enough to forget all about it. Fuck. He hoped he’d find her sitting in his kitchen or looking for her purse in the living room, but somehow he just knew he wouldn’t be so lucky.