Passion Play

Donovan braced himself, then took a step away from her. He kept his grip on Rose’s slender upper arms and waited for her to open her eyes and focus on him.

“Rose, honey, I want you. But is this what you want?”

Rose raised her hand to cup the side of his face. “Yes, Van, I want to make love with you.” Her voice was slow and clear. There was no mistaking her message.

Donovan closed his eyes as his body shook with desire. Rose braced her hands on his chest and kissed him. Donovan’s muscles contracted. A rush of need swept through him, faster and hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. He’d wanted her for so long and so badly. Without breaking their kiss, Donovan swept her into his arms and carried her up the steps. At the top of the staircase, he turned right into his bedroom. He crossed to the foot of his king-size bed and released Rose’s long legs.

She made quick work of stripping off his green T-shirt. Rose stopped briefly to caress his chest. Her hands were soft and hot against his skin. Donovan reached for her, but she shook her head.

“I want to finish what I started.” She reached for the waistband of his khaki shorts. With her chocolate eyes on his, she lowered the zipper and let his clothing fall to the floor. She stepped back. Her voice was husky. “You’re amazing. Even better than I’d imagined.”

“You pictured me in my underwear?” Donovan gave her a curious smile.

“Maybe.” Rose flushed.

“That makes two of us.” He wished he’d known that. Donovan stepped forward and released the four silver buttons on Rose’s black shirtdress. “Now it’s my turn to see how closely fantasy matches up with reality.”

He had no doubt the reality of her body would blow his fantasy out of the water. He released the belt from her waist and dropped it to the floor. Rose kicked off her pumps. Holding his gaze, she caught the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Donovan stilled. He sucked in a breath and held it. Rose had been hiding her more colorful clothing beneath her staid black, brown, gray and bronze outfits.

Donovan’s gaze slid over her matching hot-pink, barely-there lace underwear. He groaned. “No one could have fantasized about this.” He stepped forward. “Rose, you’re gorgeous.”

He took the weight of her right breast in his left hand. He stroked his thumb over her nipple through her lace demicup bra. Rose’s sharp gasp made his body heat. Donovan pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. Hard. He cupped the firm, rounded curves of her bottom and pressed her against his throbbing muscle. With his free hand, he released her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Her bare breasts felt wonderful against his chest. Donovan’s blood was on fire for this woman. She tasted like heaven and felt like paradise. Her scent, vanilla and spice, was making him crazy. He led her to his bed, then fell onto the mattress, pulling her on top of him. They broke apart at the bounce. Rose looked up at him. The steam in her chocolate eyes echoed the heat building inside him.

“Tell me you have condoms.” Her body was so still, waiting for his response.

“I do. Right there.” Donovan jerked his head toward his nightstand. But if he hadn’t had them, he would have driven naked to the store to get them.

Her smile was wicked relief. She moved down his body and removed his underwear, then returned to his erection.

“Your skin is so hot.” Her voice was low as she touched him. She stroked him from root to tip, front and back. “I think you’re ready for me.”

Donovan gritted his teeth against the torturous caress. Watching her touch him as she lay practically naked between his legs, he thought he’d come any second.

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“Come here, temptress.” Donovan reached forward and pulled her on top of him. “We’ll play your game later. Right now, I need you.”

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He needs me. Rose smiled. The desire glowing in his hazel eyes confirmed it. She rolled off Donovan to shed her underwear.

Then he settled his body on top of her. “Am I heavy?”

“Just right.” She brought his head down for a kiss. She loved kissing him. The way he felt. The way he tasted. What he did with his tongue.

Donovan shifted his leg, using it to make room for himself between her thighs.

Rose broke their kiss. “Condom.”

He looked down at her. His eyes were warm with promise. “We’re not there yet.”

Rose frowned. She was damp. Her nipples were hard. How much further was there to go?

Then she felt him reach for her. He held her gaze as her eyes widened. His long, nimble fingers stroked their way into her folds. Rose’s lids lowered as her body filled with pleasure.

Donovan lowered his head to whisper beside her ear. “That’s it. Relax for me, Rose. I need you.”

Oh, my goodness. I hope you always do.