His tall, muscular frame filled the doorway, the scent of our earlier sex lingering from the night before. He was devastatingly handsome, taking my breath away. Mother Nature had beenvery good to him, crafting him as a fine chiseled work of art, every look he offered capable of stripping away my composure.
Of course, he knew what he did to me.
Every heartbeat echoed from remembered heat and the very passion that had left me wet and hot on so many nights. The wolfish gleam in his eye was everything I’d ever wanted, his possessiveness transcending everything I’d thought could happen between us.
As if sensing I was conditioning my mind with all the reasons we were good together, he remained where he was for a few precious seconds.
The several days of stubble crossing his strong jaw created the perfect dangerous, sultry aura and on this morning, it was stronger than before. Maybe I thought so since I’d overheard his conversation.
Including the concern in his voice. Maybe this was all just a dangerous little game.
While the shower wasn’t huge by the standards of what I was used to, he took his time rolling his palms down his chest, tormenting me as I’d done with him. I sensed by the labored rise and fall of his chest that wasn’t going to last long.
I was right. He thrust me against the wall under the showerhead, instantly jerking my arms over my head. With his mouth hovering over mine, all I could think about was him kissing me.
“You’re such a bad little girl. You don’t know what torture you put me through.”
His voice was husky, laced with even more sensuality than before. “I think I do.”
Every time he laughed, I swooned a little bit more. I wondered if he realized how much of an effect that he’d had over me. We curled our fingers together, his lips now brushing lightly across mine. That’s where we remained for a full two minutes.
Even as our hunger created heavy breathing.
Even though the water wasn’t designed to be on for more than four minutes—Brazilian style.
Even though our bodies were buzzing from electricity.
I wasn’t entirely certain who made the next move or if we both realized we’d crossed a threshold of no return. Whatever the case, when our lips crashed together, white-hot current flashed through me. The moment was incredible and the way his lips devoured mine was everything I’d hungered for.
With the water cascading over us, steam had already started to rise. His tongue dominated mine, drinking from me as a parched man would do. He also wasn’t taking no for an answer, which was what I’d craved for far too long.
It would seem the night before had been a sweet teaser.
Or maybe the raucous rounds of sex had merely awakened our senses. Within seconds, he pulled away and I pushed him against the wall, tangling one hand in his hair while rubbing the palm of the other down his chest.
All while our tongues were dancing together, our breathing more ragged than ever before. Every sound we made was animalistic, every movement an attempt for dominance.
Even though I knew that in the end, he’d never allow me to take or keep such authority. He had to be the man in charge.
I pushed myself away seconds later, gasping for air as I licked my lips. Even laughing subtly.
Donatello wrapped his hand around my throat, using his thumb to lift my chin. The twinkle in his eyes was entirely possessive. With a laugh of his own, he dropped his head lower, dragging the tip of his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, ending by biting my lower lip.
The flash of pain and the instant taste of blood shocked the hell out of me. So the man wanted to play rough. I had no problem with that.
As soon as he nuzzled into my neck, he forced the back of my head to rest against the tile. Briefly, I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. But as with everything about the two of us, this was nothing more than a competition.
After a few seconds, I couldn’t take it any longer, driving my hands against his arms. Yes, I broke the connection, the powerful man pitched against the glass. When we both heard it rattle, I was certain he would fall through, grabbing his arms as a flash of fear tore through me.
“Do you think you’re going to get rid of me that easily?” How could his voice become any huskier?
“If I want to.”
He shifted his hand until he was able to cup the side of my face, pushing me against a third wall. “Not a chance.” Using his other hand, he slipped it under my bottom, lifting me with ease off the shower floor.
As if our bodies were perfectly molded together, his cock found my pussy opening easily. Both our eyes opened wide, but thatdidn’t stop him. He thrust every inch deep within, the force used managing to knock the wind from me.
“Fuck,” he muttered as beads of water slipped down his face. Damn, the man was sexy, including the way his long, dark eyelashes skimmed across his cheeks as steam rose in the confined space.
