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Simona lay on her bed, her eyes riveted to the strong, muscular planes of Donovan’s chest. Since that night in the hospital, she had dreamed of having her hands on him. Her gaze drifted lower to his washboard abs, trousers hanging low on a narrow waist, lean hips and muscular thighs. The expensive trousers did nothing to hide his straining erection. She jerked her gaze back to his face when he started speaking.
“If you don’t want everything I have to give, tell me now. Otherwise, I’m not leaving until I put you to bed,” he added with a wicked grin.
Her clit throbbed, and her nipples tightened. “Then put me to bed,” she challenged.
A feral gleam ignited in his light brown eyes, and he chuckled low and dark. He kicked off his shoes and socks, climbed onto the bed and moved toward her like a hunter cornering his prey. “Your wish is my command.”
She felt the heat of his mouth as he trailed a series of tantalizing kisses along her left ankle, her calf and behind her knee, on her outer thigh and inner thigh, then on her right side, rendering her mindless. He undid the tie on her skirt and it fell away, revealing gold boy shorts that matched her bra.
“Lovely,” Donovan said as he slid them down her legs and off. “Come here, baby.”
Simona sat up so he could remove her top and bra. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and he tossed it aside. She reached for his belt but he grabbed her hands.
“Uh-uh. Next time. I can’t take your hands on me right now.” He stood and shed his pants and briefs.
Her breath caught. His lean, rock-hard body was a work of art, and she wanted to explore every male inch of it. He dug his wallet out of his pants pocket and removed a condom.
With protection in place, he came back to the bed, beginning again. He gently kneaded and stroked her aching breasts and captured her mouth in a long, drugging kiss that set her aflame once more. Simona’s hands glided over his strong arms, the solid wall of his chest and his back. Her hands drifted lower to his tight, ripped belly and lower still. He shifted out of her reach, and she moaned in frustration, needing him inside of her.
“Not yet.”
Donovan continued to torture her with his mouth and hands—seemingly in no hurry—until she was almost delirious. She reached for him again, and he took her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand. His other hand charted a path down the front of her body and pushed two fingers into her pulsating core. She bucked wildly and raised her hips as his fingers probed deeper. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he withdrew. She whimpered.
He lightly ground his body against hers and moaned. “I love how your body feels—so soft, so smooth.” Using his knee, he parted her thighs and teased the head of his erection at her entrance. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see your face when I enter you.”
With her hands still imprisoned above her head, their eyes locked and he guided himself slowly inside until he was fully embedded. She watched the play of emotions on his face—the look of pure ecstasy. Simona understood. She felt it, too.
They both moaned. Keeping his gaze focused on her, he withdrew to the tip and slowly thrust back in, delving deeper with each rhythmic push. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back as he kept up the sensual tempo. What he was doing to her felt so good, she didn’t ever want him to stop. His strokes came faster and harder, and she cried out with pleasure. She met and matched his thrusts, their breathing growing heavier and echoing in the quiet space. Shivers of delight spread through her and she arched up higher, yearning for release.
Donovan let go of her hands, slowed his movements and groaned thickly. “I could stay inside you all night.”
She moved her hips frantically and dug her fingers in his flexing butt, rocking against him, but he took his time. “Donovan,” she pleaded.
He pulled her legs down and placed his thighs on either side of hers, effectively immobilizing her. “Don’t move. Just feel,” he whispered against her mouth, just before twining his tongue with hers at the same erotic, unhurried pace as his lower body.
The sensations were so overwhelming Simona thought she might faint. She felt every hard inch of him sliding in and out of her, the deep subtle movements burning her up from the inside out. And suddenly her body was shaking, and she came with soul-shattering intensity. Only Donovan’s mouth, locked on hers, kept her from screaming loudly enough to wake the neighbors. She trembled uncontrollably for what seemed like hours, then felt him go rigid.