“What!?” I twisted around and pressed my hands against his chest. “What do you mean she’s married?”
“Warren thinks she’s running a scam.”
I bit the heel of my hand, trying to keep from laughing, but it was almost impossible.
Donovan cracked a smile, too.
“Can you believe that? My dad…oh, my poor dad.”
“At least he won’t have to go through a messy divorce.”
I chuckled again. “Yeah. And the timing couldn’t be better. I think the shine has worn off, if you know what I mean.”
“I think I can guess.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, his lips brushing my throat.
“Is it wrong to be laughing when a house just exploded because of me?”
“It wasn’t your fault, Kate.”
“Was anyone hurt?” I asked, leaning back to look him in eye.
“No. There was a secondary fire in the house next door, but the fire department was able to get it out before it did much damage.”
“That’s good.”
He kissed my neck, a finger caught in the fabric of my dress tugging it off my shoulder. His lips slid over my skin, so warm and reassuring. I ran my fingers over the back of his head, teasing the short hairs there. He tugged the dress a little more, pulling one sleeve down my arm, exposing more of my shoulder, my breast. And then his hand was there, his palm pressed against my hardening nipple.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against my ear.
“Does this place have a bed?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He stepped back and held out his hand to me. I took it and followed him down the long hallway that came off the right side of the front entrance, peeking inside the open doors of the rooms we passed. There were four bedrooms, each completely furnished. And then the master suite, a huge room that could fit the apartment I had just after college twice over. The furnishings were modern, the entertainment system state of the art. It was luxury that went far beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
And what came next…there were no words.
He undressed me as if I was a child, taking his time as he slowly unzipped the back of my dress, his lips skimming my spine as he slowly exposed it. And then he was on his knees. It was the second time he’d done this for me. This big, strong man who’d seen more hell than I could even imagine, on his knees for me. It made my heart tremble in my chest and made my knees grow week.
He slid my panties down, slowly, his lips again following the path the material created. When his hands were free, when I was standing naked and exposed to him in more ways than one, he cupped my ass in both hands, blowing on my moist cunt lips. I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to move closer. To touch me again. And he did. But it was nibbles on my ass, on the top of my thigh. Not quite what I desperately wanted.
I pulled away from him and turned, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress. A slow smile slipped over his lips as he stood again, shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket. The shirt was next. He moved slowly, deliberately, careful to set his cuff links on top of the dresser so that they wouldn’t be lost. He kicked off his dress shoes and turned back to me, standing in front of me as he began to tug at the hook that kept his pants tight around his waist.
I helped him, tugging at the zipper, slipping my fingers inside and running my fingernails against the underside of his rigid cock. He closed his eyes for a second, but then his eyes were on me again.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He smiled again. “I don’t think I’ve gotten such a nice compliment.”
“I doubt that. I’m sure some of your clients—”
He groaned. “You’re not going to let that go, are you? Tell you one thing…”
I tugged at his pants, pulling them free and watching them slide slowly over his hips. Then I slid my hands under his boxer briefs, smiling when he groaned again.
“I want you,” I said softly.
He pushed me back against the mattress. “Say it again,” he said, as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling over me. “I want to hear you say it again.”
I reached up and touched his cheek. “I want you.”
He kissed me deeply, a kiss that was more than just a touch. It was one of those kisses that touched you in places that can’t be reached any other way. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down to me, kneading my fingers into his muscles. He slid inside of me carefully, gently. And then he began to rock his hips. It was slow and gentle, less physical than it’d been before. This was the man who took my virginity, the love of my life who was so gentle, so caring. It was an experience so different from those of my friends that it made everything that came after pale in comparison. Not that much came after.
My heart just wasn’t in it. Donovan was…he was just Donovan.