Can't Stop the Feeling (Sinclair Sisters 2)

His tongue made circles around her nipple and she couldn’t help but moan. He sucked her hard before releasing her with a pop. “I’d better do the ot

her one too. We wouldn’t want you to be uneven.”

She couldn’t speak. All she could do was push her breasts out towards him. With a chuckle, he gave her other breast the same attention.

“I could play with these for hours,” he said reverently. “I wonder if I could make you come just by teasing these wee nipples. I bet I could.”

“Duncan!” He was taking far too long, and she needed him inside her. She felt empty without him and more than a little desperate to feel his hard length filling her.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know what you need.”

She felt him press against her entrance, and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her.

“You are amazing,” he told her before taking her lips.

He kissed her deep as he surged inside her. She ripped her mouth from his. “Yes!”

“Aye,” he agreed.

And then he raised up on his arms above her and started to move. “Perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.” He ground the words out.

Donna was lost to him. And although she knew she was gasping in air, she felt as though she was holding her breath to the point of becoming light-headed.

“More?” he growled.

“More. More. More. More. More.”

He leaned down and bit her bottom lip. She curled her legs around him, pushing him deeper.

“You goin’ tae come with me, Angel?”

All she could do was gasp.

“Aye, I think you are.”

He changed the angle of his thrusts and hit the spot that made her body melt and then burst into flames. She screamed his name as she came, clenching down on his hard length. Needing all of him, she held him tight—never wanting to let him go.

With a groan, he found his own release and slumped on top of her. “I’ll move in a second. I don’t want to crush you.”

“Stay,” she whispered. She liked his weight pressing her into the bed.

She could feel their hearts racing against each other and hear their breaths as they mingled. His skin felt hot against hers, and his scent engulfed her. He felt wonderful. He felt like home.

His lips found her throat, and he kissed her. “Let me deal with this.”

She couldn’t help but moan as he slid out of her.

“I like that sound,” he said. “I have a hankering to hear a lot more of it.”

He headed for the bathroom, and Donna stayed where she was. There was no energy to move. He chuckled at the sight of her when he came back into the room.

“My wee Angel is spent.” He climbed onto the bed, tugging her to his side before pulling the duvet up over them. “Time for a nap before round two.” He gave her a cocky smile. “Or in your case, is it round four hundred?”

She managed to find the energy to poke him in the ribs. “You’re just jealous because you’re a ‘once and done’ man.”

“I’m too old and tired to take issue with that right now, but after a rest, I’ll show you who’s once and done.”

Donna smiled and then pressed a kiss to his chest. She loved seeing him like this: funny, self-effacing, and sexy as hell. He’d come a long way from the man she’d rescued from the driveway.