His hands still. “Breathe,” he whispers, and it unlocks a whole new set of memories from last night. Of shared kisses and long strokes, and the first time he pushed me over the edge so completely, I’m pretty sure I woke up half the hotel.
Donovan pauses, eyes searching my face. “What’s wrong?”
“I was loud last night.” Heat crawls up my neck.
“Yes, you were,” he says with relish. “And I’m counting on it again, Marielle Scarlett.”
His hands squeeze my hips, adjusting the angle to that every time he thrusts into me, he hits the spot where I need him most. He doesn’t know everything about me.
But he knows enough.
“The quiet guy and the loudmouth,” I manage between pants.
“Perfection,” he says mouth covering mine, smothering my moan. His hips move, driving deeper with each thrust, wet flesh slapping, until he takes me there all over again.
We come together, pressed against the shower stall, waves of ecstasy rushing between us. I rest my head on his shoulder, still breathing hard.
And then it hits me all at once.
“Oh, God.”
“What?” he grunts.
“I’m clean, and I’mnoton birth control,” I say with a grimace. “Could I be any more irresponsible when it comes to you?”
Water slides over his face as he leans in, taking my mouth again. “I’m clean, too,” he says. “And we’re married. This all seems pretty damn responsible to me.”
“But—”
“You like kids, right?” he asks.
I nod once.
“And you like me?”
The question makes me giggle. He’s still buried to the hilt inside of me. “Of course.”
“Then, what are you worrying about? Seems like the rightest decision we’ve made since meeting. We’ll figure it out.” He nuzzles my neck as he speaks, hot breath and warm lips feathering over me. Setting me ablaze all over again.
“Guess we will, cowboy,” I say, leaning forward. I can’t stay away from his wicked mouth for long.
Our tongues tangle, all reason lost. There’s nothing but him and me and this feeling of being something greater and stronger than we could ever be alone.
His hands caress and play with me. My lips cover his stubbled cheeks and trace his sharp jawline until he goes hard again, and I grip his neck, taking what I need from him.
“Damn,” he groans, eyes rolling back.
Control unraveling as we both float free now.
Lost in the same dizzy rhythm.
The same need.
Chapter
Fifteen
DONOVAN
