Our mouths crashed into one another. His hand traveled up my back, coming to settle gently at the base of my neck, keeping me in place—as if I would move.
I breathed out a sigh and his tongue found entrance into my mouth. To think it had been a week since we flirted innocently at my mother’s party. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Yet my own tongue danced with his as my hand found purchase on his hip.
He dug his length into me, and it was a delicious friction. One I suspected I could never tire of.
“Tulya,” he moaned. “I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted you all my life. There are decades of pent-up desire running through my veins.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, only swooped me into his arms and carried me toward his bedroom. “Is this okay?”
Struck speechless for the third time, I signaled with a nod, yet again. Nodding was becoming my official language.
Once inside, he set me on the bed and hovered over me. He began the kiss all over again. This time he held his weight up on his elbow, but my hips kept reaching for more pressure, all of Donovan. I wanted to supersize this—my guilty pleasure.
His other hand roamed my side, lifting my dress with it, allowing his palm to singe my skin.
A low moan funneled out from my mouth, filling the air around me.
“Tulya,” he said again. As far as I was concerned, he could say it a million times and I wouldn’t tire of hearing it. “All of this is against our better judgment, but I can’t stop.”
He was right, but I didn’t want him to pull the plug… “Don’t,” I replied.
Except he pulled away, and I felt barren.
“Sit up,” he demanded, and I acquiesced.
Thankfully, this was all a dance for him to yank my dress over my head, revealing my evergreen silk bra and panties.
Donovan stopped and stared, a low hum emanating from him. “Christmas colors, I see,” he said and winked for the second time this evening. Something else he could do a bazillion times and I wouldn’t complain.
“I couldn’t resist. Do you like?”
“Taunting me?”
There was something about the way we spoke honestly and it all flowed so easily from serious to joking that set this man apart for me.
Now, he gently encouraged me to lie back, and he didn’t take his eyes off me as he stood and ripped off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. He’d lost his blazer and shoes somewhere in the living area.
Still wearing my heels, I kicked them off at the edge of the bed and slid up toward the pillows. Donovan prowled after me, the hunger rippling off him.
Finally, his mouth hit my nipple in a whoosh of hot air, and it pebbled underneath the now damp silky fabric.
“It’s a very happy Christmas for me,” he teased.
I found a boldness I didn’t know my soul embodied and guided his lips back to mine with my pointer finger under his chin. He obliged, kissing me into oblivion.
We stayed like that a long while, our lower halves moving, seeking friction until Don murmured, “I need you.”
I responded with, “I want you.” I’d never been so daring, but Donovan brought out the raw woman in me.
He rolled onto his back and shrugged off his underwear, immediately coming back and sealing his mouth over my other nipple, leaving my bra on before traversing down south, shoving my panties to the side and making me squeal with his tongue. My entire pelvis rocked. It was shameful, but he had me in such a state of need.
I should’ve felt embarrassment at how I let go, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so because Don kept whispering, “That’s it, let go.”
“Oh…I can’t, I can’t take, I’m going to…” I rambled on right before I exploded, my world in three-dimensional color at the moment.
I think he said “Beautiful” and then found his way to the nightstand for a condom. Clearly, I’d been a sure thing—also couldn’t bring myself to care.
He slipped it on, and I watched with what I only assumed were hungry eyes.
