“Not so damn close,” Donovan growls at him.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.” Donovan leans down and grabs the fake chainsaw, handing it back to him as he comes to his feet. “Man, you were fast.”
He really was and didn’t even flinch. He reacted without thought like a professional fighter or something. I stare up at him, realizing I actually have no idea what he does for a living. He clearly has money since he built that brand-new house. I’d gotten a peek into his office, and there were three computer screens on his massive desk. He must do something with technology.
“Be more careful.” Donovan’s voice is filled with authority, making my nipples tighten.
“Of course, sir,” the man agrees quickly. “You okay, Gracie?” It’s not until Timmy says my name that I realize it’s him. I should have known by his Converse sneakers that have doodles all over them, but it’s starting to get dark.
“She’s fine,” Donovan grunts, and Timmy pushes his mask up.
“You new in town?” He sizes Donovan up, and I fight a laugh. Timmy is tall but skinny as can be. A good wind could take the kid over.
“He’s Tidas’s brother.” Timmy’s brows pull together. “The new lawyer next to Val’s shop.”
“Ahh. Right. They built those fancy houses out on the edge of town.” Timmy connects the dots.
“Nice meeting you,” Donovan says. “If you don’t mind, I'm showing my girl the maze.” He motions for Timmy to get out of the way. “I’m sure you’ve got people to scare.”
“Right.” Timmy jumps out of the way, and I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t laugh.
“My hero. You scared the person who was supposed to be scaring us,” I giggle when we get far enough away from Timmy so I don’t embarrass him.
“He likes you.”
“Most people like me. I’m charming,” I tease.
“He likes you,” he says again, and I shake my head.
“It’s his older brother who liked me,” I correct, still kind of teasing.
“He dead?”
“What!? Why would you ask if he’s dead?”
“You said liked.”
“Oh.” I slip my hand up Donovan’s hoodie as he keeps leading us through the maze. I want to feel his skin pressed against mine, even if it’s only my hand. “No, he went off to college. He’s getting his masters, I think.”
“Then he still likes you. No ‘liked’ about it.”
“He asked me out in high school,” I laugh. “That was years ago.”
“Small towns.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m going to enjoy running into your exes.”
“I think you’ll be okay.” Donovan’s only response is to grunt. He starts to pick up his pace, moving faster through the maze. “Donovan!” I laugh. “My legs are short.” Another grunt leaves him, but this time he releases his hold on me only to swoop me up into his arms.
“There.” He grunts again. I wrap my arms around him but try to wiggle my legs free of his hold.
“Let them go.” He gives me a look, clearly not wanting to. “Trust me.” He still doesn't want to let them go but he does. I shift when he releases his hold and wrap them around him. His hands go to my ass so I’m snug against his big body. “Are you getting jealous?” He slows his steps, and I realize we’ve come to a dead end. Maybe this was his plan all along.
“How can I not be jealous, sunshine? You’re beautiful. Even before the accident I couldn’t have a girl as breathtaking as you.” He drops to his knees, and his hard cock presses into my sex.
“I don’t believe that for one second.” I pull his hat off, tossing it to the side so I can run my fingers through his hair. “Scar or no scar, you’re damn sexy. You might not want to hear this—heck, it might be terrible for me to admit, but the scar is sexy. No lie.” I kiss his eyebrow where part of it runs through and then move down to his cheek to kiss more of it. “There’s a darkness to you that pulls me in.”
“Gracie.”
“I don’t like when you use my name.” I press my mouth to his. “I can prove it to you, Donovan. That you turn me on like no other ever has.” I grind down on his cock, fighting past my shyness and wanting to prove this to him. “You’re the only man to ever touch my pussy.” Donovan’s nostrils flare, and his grip tightens so much it’s almost painful.
“How is that possible?” His voice is so gruff and raw, it has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“You’re the only one that I’ve even wanted to touch me.” My back meets the ground as he comes down over me, claiming my mouth. I moan because I love when he snaps. It was the same in the kitchen when I’d asked him to kiss me back.