“I’m only saying, aren’t I?” Maureen shot back defensively as she side-stepped toward the far wall.
I clamped my mouth shut and silently began to laugh as I heard the sound of bags rustling.
Donovan grunted, “For fuck’s sake, Ma. I can’t believe you’ve just walked into my room like that. What if I were buck-assed naked?”
“Hush now, Son. I’m your mother, not the Virgin Mary. I’ve seen yourflutebefore. Jesus knows I used to change your nappies, didn’t I?”
“Christ,” he cut out.
Cracking one eye open, I watched Maureen bending over the shopping bags, which were full of the baby's new clothes and toiletries, while she picked out what she needed.
“I’ll just get my granddaughter Imogen’s things and take her to my room for a shite and a shower before we go down for breakfast,” Maureen announced. “I’ve told Martine and Maria in the restaurant all about my little angel face, and theycan’t waitto meet her.” She shoved an armful of clothes and diapers inside a bag and moved toward the crib, making kissy noises. Then she crooned in her baby voice, “Morning, Imogen. You’re going to meet Bob the porter and young Justin, who helped me with my bags. Suzanne, the hotel manager, can’t wait to meet you. She’s an ologist, you know, just like your auntie Maeve. I showed her your picture, and she’s dying to give you a little cuddle. Won’t that be lovely, Imogen?”
A resigned sigh went up, then Imogen held her arms out for her nanna and said a garbled, “Baba.”
“The little pink crochet outfit I brought you will be lovely. What do you think, darlin’? You want to wear Nanna’s outfit? You’ll be the prettiest girl on the block, and all the little boys will want to kiss that angel face.”
I felt Donovan tense, and he grumbled, “Fuckin’ hell. Shoot me now.”
Maureen lifted the sleepy baby girl from her crib and shielded her eyes again for the return journey to the door. “Take your time, loves,” she sang. “Imogen and I will be downstairs visiting for a while. I think I’m going to FaceTime Elise Stone and Iris Decker while I’m downstairs, so we’ll be a while.” With that parting shot, Maureen slipped through the door and quietly clicked it shut behind her.
My silent humor turned into loud laughter.
Donovan’s eyes were still glued in the direction of the door. “Am I losing my mind, or did my mam just break into my hotel room and kidnap my daughter?” he asked, his tone incredulous.
I turned my face toward him and giggled. “Yep.”
“I didn’t even get a good morning cuddle from my kid,” he groused. “But it’s okay ‘cause fucking Rhonda down at reception will. My mother’s a pain in my ass. Day fucking two and she’s already up in my shit. Can you imagine living with the woman? She’s gonna drive me nuts.”
I shifted around to look at him until our faces were inches apart. “It’s worth it to get Imogen home.”
Donovan’s eyes veered to meet mine and softened. “Yeah. It’s worth everything, and Ma and Rhonda are right about one thing?”
My eyebrows pulled together. “What’s that?”
His dimple popped out. “At least I get to give you the business.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue across my bottom lip.
I opened my mouth to protest but instead let out a squeal as Donny grabbed my waist and hauled me over him until I straddled his chest. What shocked me was that he managed to do it in two point six seconds.
“How did you do that?” I demanded.
“Where there’s a will…” He slid up to a sitting position, grabbed the neckline of the tee I was wearing, and tugged it over my head until it was tight against my nape, effectively using the sleeves to trap my arms behind my back and expose my breasts to his hungry gaze.
My lips parted in shock.
He shuffled back down again until my pussy was positioned just above his mouth, then he tugged my pink, lace panties to one side.
“Brace, Posy,” Donovan ordered huskily. “I’m fucking starving.” And with that, he slid his hands up and over my thighs, clasped them tightly with his fingers, and pulled me down onto his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I cried out.
He hummed appreciatively before opening wide and lashing his tongue against me.
My eyes shot down to see Donny looking up at me. Our eyes locked, and he hummed again as he sucked me deep.
Nothing existed except for what he was doing to me in that hotel room. There was just the wet glide of his tongue and the steel band of his hands holding my thighs in place. He went in and ate his fill, moving me to wherever he wanted me. I couldn’t fight it, I was trapped, and anyway, I didn’t want to.
He sucked harder and moaned against my sensitive skin. I tried to twist my body, but the T-shirt sleeves around my shoulders wouldn’t permit it, so I just did what he allowed and rocked my hips against his face, which was shiny from my juices.
