Theo lets out a long sigh that turns into a yawn.
Her body sinks heavily against mine. “You look beat, my Tee. Wanna turn in?”
Thoughts of banging her six ways to Sunday fade away.
Right now, she needs sleep more than she needs an orgasm.
And honestly? I need whatever she needs. So, I’ll just wrap her in a Donovan-shaped cocoon instead.
“Yep,” she whispers. “Sleep is exactly what I need.
26
Wes is just through that thin wall.
I want to beat my fists on the sheetrock. I want to scream in his face; shake him until his bones rattle.
I just want to hold him, but he’s no longer mine to hold.
Do I even have a right to claim him as mine anyway? We’d only had six weeks together. Yes, he and Donovan had loved me and made me promises, but I can’t demand his love or affection; it's his to give or withhold.
I blink and realize Donovan is gently undoing the buttons of my school blouse. “Sit,” he says, pushing the polyester off my shoulders—shoulders so stiff, they could be made of concrete.
“Oh, babe,” he murmurs, stroking the tense muscles with his huge hands. “You look done in. Let me take care of you.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I mumble. “You’re the one who needs pampering; you’re the one who has been….lost.” Donovan ignores my words and unhooks my bra, then kisses the back ofmy neck and down my spine. His gentle touch makes me drowsy. “You’re so beautiful, did you know that? Like, er, the face that launched a thousand ships—Cleopatra, right?”
“Close,” I say as he turns me. I’m as pliant as a rag doll. Donovan swipes a thumb across my cheekbone. I’m sure I’ve tear-smudged makeup all over my face. “Sweet, Tee. How can you be so strong, yet look so tiny at the same time?”
When he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, I feel my heart explode with love for this man.
Leaning forward, I pull him down. He captures my mouth with his, gently at first, then more fiercely. His hands continue to stroke my back and shoulders, but then travel south, sliding my skirt and panties down my hips.
“Stand for a second.” He works the clothing down to my feet. I keep standing, naked apart from my knee socks. “I’m the luckiest fucker in the whole world,” he mutters, eyes raking over my body. “Come here, baby.”
Donovan sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap. He’s still fully dressed, the denim of his jeans rubbing against my bare skin.
Curling against his chest, I feel tiny, fragile, as Donovan circles his hand around my back and shoulders.
“That’s it, Tee, let your worries go.” My muscles unknot and it’s bliss.
But it’s not enough. “Lower,” I tell him. “Touch me.”
“You’re exhausted, Tee.” His voice is filled with concern. He’s not wrong, I am wiped out, but Gods, if he doesn’t touch me within three seconds…
“Please,” I moan.
He groans in return, sliding a calloused hand further down, finding my slit. When his fingers brush against my clit, I let out a massive sigh. “Ooh.”
“Yes?” he asks, his lips brushing the outer edge of my ear. The contact sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “You want me to make you come, sweet Tee?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
The next second, Donovan picks me up and maneuvers me onto my back. “Open your legs for me, baby. I need to see you.” I do as he commands, and he groans. “So fucking beautiful. Fucking Heaven is Theo-pussy-shaped.”
I close my eyes, and his face pushes between my thighs.
—I’m going to give you the sweetest orgasm of your life—
