Don’t do it, Donnie.
But the thing about want and need and all of the other stuff she was feeling, was that none of those things were talking to her brain right now. They were spread thin, covering her flesh, igniting flames of desire and pooling low in her stomach. They made her tremble in anticipation. Ache with the need to connect.
He leaned closer again, and God help Donovan but her knees knocked together. If it wasn’t for Jack’s arms still around her, she would have fallen on her ass. His breath was a whisper across her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling that masculine scent that was all him.
And then his mouth was on hers, hot and urgent. She opened beneath him, hungrily taking him in, her tongue tasting his, her fingers clawed into his shoulders. The feel of him, the taste of him was like a returning dream and Donovan wanted to weep because it felt that good.
Jack kissed her long and hard, his hands moving over her body, positioning her so that his erection pressed into her.
He broke the kiss, and she barely had time to whimper before he tore her dress down the middle. The moon still shone, shadows sliding across his handsome face, and she stilled at the look of raw passion in his eyes.
“I’ve missed this,” he growled, a thumb running over her pebbled nipple.
She gasped, glancing down at his large hand against her pale skin.
So. So. Hot.
Chest heaving, Donovan bit her lip, hard, barely suppressing a cry when his warm, wet mouth closed over her nipple. He licked around it, his tongue, teasing, moving slowly and applying just the amount of pressure here…and there…before he tugged a bit and then suckled hard.
Donovan felt every pull travel from her breast all the way down to the hot mess between her legs. It was the most exquisite pain imaginable, and she groaned when he began to massage her other nipple.
She ground her pelvis against him and cried out as he continued to work her. His mouth. His tongue. His teeth.
And still, that wicked glint was in his eyes as he gazed up at her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she didn’t give a damn. Tonight was all she had, and she would surrender to Jack over and over again because she was that weak.
But there was a payoff, because on those cold lonely nights when it was just her and an empty house, she’d slide beneath the covers and remember every detail of this last night with him.
Jack held her in his arms, his mouth at her breasts as rain began to fall again. This time it was a gentle sort of thing, and when he tore off the rest of her dress, the feel of the cool water against her hot skin was erotic. She was inflamed with need and every drop was like a little electric shock.
Jack dropped to his knees in front of her and she wobbled but grabbed his shoulders, moaning like an animal because she knew what he was going to do. With one yank, her panties were torn and tossed behind him, and his large hands gripped her hips as he rested his forehead on her lower belly.
It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
Donovan’s breasts were full, aching, and she cupped them, angling her head so she could watch this beautiful man kiss her. Tease her.
“Jesus, Jack,” she whispered hoarsely. It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm by anyone’s hand other than her own.
Jack glanced up and her throat closed so tightly that she was afraid she’d choke. Without thinking, her hands slid to his face, and she trac
ed his gorgeous mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.
“You still have my tattoo.”
Donovan swallowed, blinking rapidly and praying that the tears poking the edges of her eyes would not fall. They couldn’t fall. Not now. She said nothing because she was pretty sure that if she attempted to speak she’d fall apart.
The tattoo.
They’d each gotten one, a small Celtic symbol with each other’s first initial. She held her breath as his thumb rubbed over the intricate ‘J’. Located beneath her bikini line, it had only been meant for his eyes. She had to wonder, did he still have her mark?
His eyes flattened, and his fingers dug into her hips. “Open your legs,” he ordered.
The rain slid down his chiseled features and her fingers sank into his wet hair. Donovan was trembling in anticipation as she slid her feet along the wet dock.
“Don’t let me fall,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you.”
Those three words nearly undid her.