She was talking, but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying over the buzzing in his ears. He had to touch her. It felt as though he might die if he didn’t. All the sexual frustration from the evening before came rushing back, and all he could think about was getting his hands on those sexy curves.
His eyes zeroed in on her lips, watching their lush fullness move as she spoke. If he didn’t taste them, he was going to explode. She gestured, and the wide neck of her shirt slipped off her shoulder, exposing all that luscious creamy skin and one violet coloured bra strap. The sight was like a tractor beam locking onto him and pulling him in.
Before he’d made a conscious decision to do so, he was on his feet and moving. He stalked towards her, watching the green of her eyes deepen as those perfect pinks spread like an ink blot over her skin.
He followed her as she backed up against the wall, his hands going to her hips.
“Stop talking,” was all he said before his mouth took hers.
And it was a taking. A frantic, desperate taking—from them both. He groaned when her hands slid up over his shoulders and her fingers threaded into his hair. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and he could feel every soft, voluptuous curves against him.
She tasted like paradise. Or maybe hot, sensual sin. Aye. On the outside, Donna was all angel, but inside, she was molten sin. Perfect. He slid his hand down her outer thigh and tucked it under her knee, intent on pulling her leg up around his hip so he could grind their bodies together. Too short. She couldn’t reach. He tore his lips from hers, clutched her waist and lifted her off her feet.
“Legs around me, now.”
Deep green, slumberous eyes met his as she did as he ordered, hooking her ankles behind him. Her swollen lips parted, but Duncan didn’t give her time to say anything. He leaned forwards and nipped her bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth. Hot. So bloody hot.
He pressed his hard length against her, feeling the heat of her entrance against him, wishing they didn’t have two pairs of jeans between them. The sounds she made drove him wild: little whimpers of need, deep moans of protest when he moved his head away from hers, gasping whines when he pressed into her.
“Angel, you’re noisy,” he said against her lips.
“Is that bad?” Green eyes searched his.
“No, I’m just not used to it. But I love it.” He kissed her again. Tangling their tongues, desperate for more. She didn’t disappoint, letting him know what worked for her with every little sound she made.
“Do you scream when you come?” he whispered as he kissed his way across her jaw to her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped.
One word and he almost came in his pants. He felt like he was a teenager all over again, losing control with the first girl who drove him wild. He felt her back arch and her breasts push into him.
“What is it?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
She made a needy little sound, pressing her lush breasts against him again.
“You want me to touch your breasts, Angel?”
She shivered. “Yes,” she breathed the word.
It seemed his Donna was shy about asking for what she needed, and somehow that made him hotter than hell. He covered her breast with his hand as he nuzzled her throat, feeling her fingernails digging into his shoulders. She fit his hand and more, spilling over his hold, her hard, little nipple poking into his palm as he massaged her. By the sound of it, she liked what he was doing. A lot. The noises were fantastic. They took the guesswork out of pleasing her.
The scent of her skin made his knees go weak. Vanilla and cinnamon were his new favourite flavours. She arched her back, baring her throat to his teeth, and he took the invitation, nipping, sucking, licking.
“Duncan.” She panted, rocking against his hard cock.
He moved back to her ear. “Do you think you can make yourself come like this, Angel? Can you rock your way to the finish line?”
His answer was a deep moan, and he smiled against her throat as his fingers teased her hard nipple through her top. Was it the same colour as her lips? Darker? Did the skin over her chest flush when she was turned on? He was suddenly desperate for the answers to his questions.
Her gasps were coming faster now. He ground his hips against her as he pinched her nipple. Fingers clutched at him as her head fell back against the wall. Duncan took her earlobe into his mouth and bit.
Donna’s back bowed, and a long, explosive cry filled the air. As she writhed against him, he held her tight, reciting lists of Renaissance painters to keep himself from following her over the edge. He’d never seen a woman come so fast from so little. It blew his mind.
As she relaxed in his hold, and her breathing slowed, Duncan found himself smiling. His Donna was easy. And he bloody loved it.
“That was humiliating,” Donna said when she came back down to earth.
“You mean because you came all over me and we’re both still fully dressed?” He beamed at her. She had the tousled look of a well-satisfied woman, and he couldn’t help the stab of pride he felt at the sight.