But his smile was still there and with his sleep heavy eyes, rumpled hair, he was so damn sexy it made her ache. This easy place was the one she remembered. The one that had haunted her. It was as if the last five years had never happened, and they were just themselves.
“Do you like this?” she asked, flicking her tongue along his shaft.
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“I am.”
“Do you want me to continue?”
“No.”
She laughed, low and throaty. “You’re lying.”
Jack’s eyebrow rose. “I might be.”
Donovan took him back into her mouth and suckled him, first gently and then with firm strokes. Her tongue and her fingers were everywhere. Sucking. Stroking. Licking. She could tell he was close—felt it in her mouth and her hands—and when he yanked on her head she let him slide out of her mouth with a grin.
“You’re a fucking jezebel,” he said hoarsely.
“I know.”
Donovan crawled up his body and with her elbows leaning on either side of his head, claimed his mouth and kissed him with every ounce of passion that she had. She loved everything about this man. Every. Single. Thing.
She always had, and it was damn time she claimed him again. She wanted there to be no doubt at all. She wanted Jack to know that she was all in.
Donovan broke off their kiss and stared down at him. Chest heaving, her head fell back when he coaxed one of her breasts into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to say. His hands roved her body, kneading her ass and pulling her closer and closer. He blew across her damp nipple. Tugged on the end then claimed the other one. Every pull and tug shot straight through Donovan.
It was hot and intense, and she was so close to the edge that she knew she would fall.
Donovan slowly eased up onto her knees so that she straddled Jack. Her hands ran down his chest and then up her own thighs until they paused, just below her tattoo.
There was something to be said about the power of sexuality. Right now, with Jack looking at her as if he wanted to eat every single inch of her body, well, that was empowering. That was real.
They were real.
Slowly she opened her legs.
He swore.
She smiled, her fingers dipping into her slick folds.
“You’re killing me,” he said, voice rough like sandpaper.
“Am I?” she teased.
“Donnie,” he growled.
She slid over him and he swore again as her heat enveloped his cock. She let him settle inside. He filled her. Every inch of him hard and straining.
Donovan reached for him. She cupped his face and kissed him urgently as she began to ride him. Slow and steady. His hands were on her hips and their eyes connected as she sat back and let their bodies take over.
All she heard was her fast beating heart. The squeak of the bedsprings as their tempo increased. All she saw was Jack. His broad shoulders. Straining biceps. The way his eyes darkened. They smoldered like black coal and—her heart skipped a beat—and they shone with love.
She knew that look. She’d dreamt of that look.