His hands slide to my hips, then pull me down firmly onto his hard-on. The pressure hits me so sharply I freeze—my core clutching around the sudden, perfect friction—and I have to bite back a moan. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my breath coming ragged and fast.
“Who do you plan on picturing?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “One of your book boyfriends?”
He nips lightly at my ear, and for a second I forget how to form words.
“Right. Good call,” I manage.
We haven’t even started yet, but I’m already burning up, my skin flushed and hypersensitive. Every nerve ending is buzzing at the slightest movement of his hips. He grabs my ass tightly, and I cling to his neck as he guides me back and forth along the rigid line of him, pressure building with every pass.God, I must be drenching his shorts.
He glances up at me, his eyes more intent than I’ve ever seen them.
“You sure you want this?”
Instead of answering, I slide my hands between us, and tug on his waistband. He lifts his hips, giving me just enough space to pull his shorts down while I feel my way between his legs. I can’t believe what I’m holding right now, or what I plan on doing with it next. With him. WithDonovan Wolinski.
My fingers trace along the length of him, and the shock of how thick and hard he feels makes my breath hitch. My whole body clenches in anticipation. This is alarmingly, stupidly real.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper, and his fingers brush mine, gently pushing my hand aside as he rolls it on. I tighten my thighs, lifting myself just enough and—before I can change my mind—I sink down onto him, slowly.
A deep groan leaves both of us at the same time, vibrating through the thick, humid air, while an internalOh my God, finallydetonates in my head. My forehead falls against his collarbone as I try to adjust to the way he fills me.
Already my legs feel useless—my muscles are quivering, overwhelmed by the electricity racing through them.
Donovan’s mouth traces featherlike kisses down my neck.
I can’t help it; my arms wrap around him, dragging him closer.
His hands slip under my shirt, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing slow circles around my nipples until they’re tight and painfully sensitive. A sharp gasp bursts out of me when he pinches them ever so softly, the unexpected sensation arching my back into his touch and driving my fingers into his shoulders.
Then his hands lock firmly around my hips, and he takes control—guiding my body to slide along his length in slow, steady strokes that tear the breath from my lungs.Fuck, how is this so hot?I’ve barely adjusted to the fullness of him when he snaps his hips up, taking me from underneath with sharp thrusts, setting a rhythm that completely obliterates whatever control I thought I had.
“Stop…” he whispers. “Stop moaning, you’re going to make me…”
Moaning?I didn’t realize I was making any sound. The world around me is cotton wool. His lips find their way to my cheek, and I can tell he’s hungry for my mouth, but I pull back.
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” he murmurs.
“You need to read more romances, then you’ll get it.”
He doesn’t reply.
I stay exactly where I am, clinging to him. My temple is pressed against his, and I’m trying to breathe through the dizzying build of pleasure curling through my core. He thrusts up into me again, deeper this time, and my hips jolt, grinding down against him. The rhythm turns frantic—his hands dragging me down, my body meeting him in sharp, shaking movements that send shock waves spiraling up my spine.
Heat gathers, coils, snaps—
And then I’m gone.
The orgasm rips through me so violently my hips stutter, my thighs tremble, my nails dig into his shoulders as I clamp down around him, shaking with each pulse.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
My brain sputters out completely, running on scraps of oxygen and raw sensation. I let myself drown in it, clinging to the aftershocks, refusing to come back to reality just yet.
Because when I do, I’ll have to admit the truth:
I just fucked Donovan Wolinski.
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