Can't Stop the Feeling (Sinclair Sisters 2)

The buttons flew off, pinging around the room, and Donna grinned at him. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

He could do nothing other than laugh. “Well, I’m pleased I could help.”

With her eyes on his, she opened each one of the buttons on his Levi’s.

“Don’t you want to check to see whether I’m a boxers or a briefs man?”

“Duncan, I do your laundry. The clearners are too scared to go into your rooms.”

“Well, that just takes the mystery out of this relationship.”

Something dark flickered in her eyes before she smiled again. “Kick off your shoes for me.”

“My pleasure.” He stood, his eyes eating her up as he did as she’d asked. “My turn now.” Things were going far too slowly for his liking.

Placing a hand in the middle of her chest, he pressed her back until she was lying on the bed looking up at him. His hands went to her hips, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down. And lost the ability to speak. A small triangle of matching violet lace barely covered her mound.

He fell to his knees in front of her as he finished removing her jeans and tossed them to the side. His hands slid up her creamy thighs, feeling the tremors he left in his wake. Her breath hitched, and she began to squirm.

“Lie still now,” he commanded her.

Her eyes darkened, and the pink blush of her cheeks spread down to her upper chest. He clasped the thin straps of lace that curved over her hips and slid his fingers under them, shimmying her underwear down to her ankles.

“Duncan?” She was already panting, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

Donna Sinclair could make a man feel like he was ten feet tall.

“Hush now,” he said as he clasped the inside of her thighs and spread her legs. “A man needs to eat to keep up his strength.”

“Oh crap, I’m never going to survive this.”

He looked his fill, taking in her plump, pink, wet and ready flesh. He’d been right, the colour of her lips was an accent throughout her body. Slowly, he lowered his head and licked her length. She arched off the bed with a long wail, and his hands clasped onto her hips to keep her in place.

“I was wrong,” he said. “I thought your kisses were the most addictive thing I’d ever taste.” And then he licked her again.

As he listened to her moans and pleas and felt her fingers tugging at his hair, Duncan took his time enjoying her. He never wanted it to end.

***

She was going to pass out. Seriously. She’d heard it could happen, but she’d thought it was an urban myth. Until Duncan and his wonder tongue. Within seconds he’d delivered the screaming orgasm he’d promised in the pub.

“I bloody love the sounds you make,” he muttered, before starting all over again.

“I can’t take any more,” she wailed.

“Oh, aye, you can. I have a hankering to find out just how many times I can make you come in one night.” He kissed her inner thigh. “Buckle in, Angel, this is going to be fun.”

She just groaned. And then she felt his fingers slip inside of her as his tongue went to work on her clit. Stars exploded inside her mind as her breath came out in desperate pants.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come...

“Chanting won’t help you,” he said with a smile against her sensitive nub.

She hadn’t realised she’d been saying it out loud. All she wanted was to hold out for as long as possible, or Duncan’s ego would be impossible to live with.

“I’m not going to come,” she shouted.

“We’ll see about that.” And then his fingers found the turbo button inside of her, and she went off like a rocket.