He made a face as if he was thanking God and murmured, “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
My lips found his and I deepened our kiss while I fucked him harder and we rode out our release. After hours of build-up to this orgasm, it gripped me hard and we came together. I screamed out Donovan’s name and after he’d come, he moved his mouth to my neck and marked me there.
When he lifted his head, his eyes held his need, and he said, “My turn now.”
“Baby, I hate to break this to you, but we need to take a breather in-between, otherwise you might send me and my pussy insane from all the pleasure.”
He raised his brows. “Really? And what do I get in return?”
I grinned, loving the playful nature he didn’t show too often. Nibbling along his bottom lip, I murmured, “Sex anywhere, any way you want it tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” he said. “How the hell can a man say no to that?”
“He can’t.”
Smacking my ass, he said, “Okay, get off. I need a drink to deal with this setback.”
I crawled off him and settled myself against the headboard so I could watch him move. His muscles never failed to turn me on. I could stare at them all day. Being the woman he’d chosen to share them with made me very happy.
When he returned five minutes later, he had a bottle of scotch and two glasses from downstairs with him.
“You stealing from my bar, baby?” I asked. “Cause if you are, I’ll have to think of ways to punish you.”
His nostrils flared and his breathing picked up. His face was a wild mask of desire as he growled, “If anyone’s doing the punishing, it’ll be me, sweetheart.”
Oh, fuck.
My powerful man had no idea how much he affected me.
Everything about him affected me.
His words.
His body.
His beautiful soul.
Everything.
We stayed in that moment for a while.
Eyes never leaving each other.
Our breathing all over the place from the desire surrounding us.
Donovan eventually broke the spell and poured our drinks. He passed me mine, and surprised me with a change in conversation. “Who’s Julian?”
Shit, a name I hadn’t heard in forever.
A man I hadn’t thought of in nearly as long.
A person I didn’t want to think of.
My heart rate picked up as the memories flooded my mind. I gulped my scotch and turned my gaze back to Donovan. “Julian was a motherfucker I should have known better than to get involved with.” I gulped more scotch. Fuck, I hated dredging up memories.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his concerned eyes focused on mine. I loved the way he looked at me when he was worried about me. Sometimes, his eyes could be so soft for such a hard man. “Tell me about him,” he murmured.