She’d wanted to escape from Donovan’s apartment the moment she woke up. She felt so embarrassed. The pounding in her head and nauseous feeling were sure indicators she’d had too much to drink last night. She was sure her looks would be an equivalent to roadkill on a hot summer’s day. He was still sleeping, so Kate carefully slipped out of bed in the hopes of avoiding Donovan’s piercing gray eyes.
She picked up her pumps next to her side of the bed but couldn’t find her purse. Shoot, now she had to search for it in his apartment.
While she tiptoed down the hall, she noticed that a door was ajar. Because she hadn’t been to Donovan’s place before, she peered inside, thinking it could’ve been the living room.
Kate took a deep breath in shock at the sight of what must’ve been Donovan’s painting studio. The morning light shone from a floor-to-ceiling window, but other than that side of the studio, not a single piece of wall was bare. She had to do a double take to ensure she wasn’t hallucinating. Everywhere she looked, her own reflection was staring back at her.
Oddly enough, she wasn’t creeped out by the sight in front of her. She was shocked, yes, but most of all intrigued. And somewhere deep down, she was flattered that the man she’d been dreaming of for the past five months noticed her. Ha, and how he noticed her.
She pushed the door open further and took a hesitative step inside. She let her pumps fall on the floor next to the doorway and walked over to the middle of Donovan’s studio. The cold concrete floor under her bare feet made her shiver. She turned in a circle, trying to take it all in at once, but it was too much for her. Needing a moment, she dropped down to the floor and took a deep breath.
Sitting Indian style on the floor, she tried not to let her feelings overwhelm her. Donovan’s collection of artwork was proof that he’d had his eyes on her all this time.
She didn’t know what to make of this situation and what she should be feeling right now. Should she be scared? Was he a sick stalker like Tom, the man who’d attacked Kayla? Oh my God, no that was surely not the case with Donovan? That idea irked her but was almost instantly pushed aside because she knew deep down that he would never hurt her.
A single tear fell down her cheek, and another came right after. She took this moment to let it all out, all of her frustration at feeling not good enough—not for Donovan but also not good enough for her ex, John, or even way back in high school. She’d always felt like the ugly duckling with the big butt. She was the boring, quiet one of the three sisters.
But when she looked around the studio, she saw Kate. He’d observed what most people didn’t bother to look for. Donovan was a true artist because he pictured her just as she saw herself. Sure, he had one hell of a big mural with a masturbating Kate, but in other work he also captured the look of longing to fit in. To be noticed.
The tears kept coming as she realized he saw right through her. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so out on display with her feelings there for everyone to see. Kate’s spell broke when footsteps came toward her from the doorway. She looked over her shoulder, and her gaze fell on an alarmed-looking Donovan.
He seemed to be unsure if he should approach her as he hesitated, but ultimately he decided to take one pensive step toward her. And when their eyes locked, he cautiously approached.
He halted in front of her, and she instinctively placed her small hands in his outstretched hands, allowing him to pull her to her feet. As they stood there staring into each other’s eyes, Kate realized she was the one who needed to take the first step. Donovan seemed apprehensive, unsure of Kate’s reaction to his artwork—to what looked like his obsession with her.
Kate let go of his hands and stretched up on her tiptoes so she could slip her fingers up into his hair. She gently nudged him closer and eventually pressed her lips to his. When she kissed him, all bets were off. He claimed her mouth—her heart—right then and there.
Donovan let out a groan and grabbed her butt with both hands, picking her up. He walked them over to the mural and stood Kate against the wall. Before he had entered the room, she’d studied the grand piece next to the floor-to-ceiling window. White, silky sheets surrounded the naked Kate on the mural. One foot was tangled in the sheet, and she had one hand slipped between her thighs. The plump lips of mural Kate were slightly opened into an “O” while climaxing.
Kate stood out against the white sheets in the mural as she stood against the work of art in her black silky dress. They were still kissing when he nudged her thighs apart with his knee and pressed her back tighter against the mural with his rough hands.
He picked her up by her thighs, and she instinctively put her legs around his back, like they belonged there all along. Donovan pushed his gray sweatpants and boxers down. Their kiss had turned frantic, and she clawed at his shirt with her nails. He pulled her thong to the side and slid his index finger in her wetness.
He instantly replaced his finger with his cock, as he must’ve felt how ready she was for him. With one hard thrust, he was inside of her.
“Ahh, Donovan….”
He pumped in and out of her. It was like he was unstoppable, like a force of nature that couldn’t be escaped. Her breasts bounced up and down under her silk dress with each thrust. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that they were standing next to that damned window and she must’ve been on display for whole downtown Austin.
The thought of being spied on during Donovan’s claiming thrusts triggered a wave of excitement, which she never would have guessed beforehand. Oh my God, what is he doing to me? She never had sex outside of a bed, let alone next to a floor-to-ceiling window.
He searched for her clit, and when he found it, he stroked his thumb, which triggered her milking his cock. She let the waves of satisfaction come over her and wash her away to a parallel universe where she didn’t have a care in the world. Where she could just feel instead of think.
He licked from her collarbone to the spot behind her ear as she rested the back of her head against the mural. A small bite on the side of her neck had Kate shivering in his arms. The sweet kiss on the spot he’d just bitten was in stark contrast to the animalistic way he pounded into her with his cock.
Her next orgasm overwhelmed her with such force that she was still breathing hard as she slowly opened her eyes when she finally came down from her high. He groaned out his own release and slowed his rhythm while sharing a lazy kiss. Wow. Sex had never been like this before.
She’d been truly ravaged by Donovan. It was like the tension between them was meant to erupt into this explosive, hard fuck. There was no other word to describe this. She shivered in his arms when Donovan’s breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Are you cold?”
Kate shook her head. She couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to break the spell and lose this connection with him. Suddenly worried he would let go of her, she tightened her grip around his back with her legs. When she kissed him behind his ear, she felt his cock stirring inside of her in response.
Then it occurred to her… they didn’t use protection. Oh my God. Donovan must have felt her tensing up as he pulled back and met her eyes with his.
“What’s wrong?”
Could she really say what was bothering her? Talk about a buzzkill. They just had sex for the first time, and she had to spoil it by bringing up his whoring ways? Perhaps she could work around it and say—