Page 64 of Fall Into Temptation
He shook his head. “Not for a second. I’ve been thinking about you ever since I saw you that first time, Eva. Maybe the planets did have something to do with it. Something like fate. But the only thing that’s going to keep us apart is one little word from you. I’m sure, and I’m all the way in. I don’t care if you do or don’t have abandonment issues or some crazy quirks or you want to wait for a year. I want to know every piece of you, and I’ll be as patient as you need me to be.”
“Why do you have to be so perfect?” Eva sighed. “I’m not ready for perfect yet. I have work to do on myself.”
“I’m ready for you now. As is. No returns,” he promised.
She looked at him hard, turning it all over in her mind. Fire lighting those green eyes that grabbed at him and held him captive.
“Oh, hell,” she sighed out the words and dove for him. She pressed her lips to his in something close to violence.
Donovan welcomed the kiss as if he’d been waiting for it his entire life. Planets and fate and chaos be damned. This was the woman he was going to marry. The woman he was going to taste like this every day.
With her mouth eager against his and her fingers stumbling over the buttons on his shirt, Donovan nearly lost his mind. He could feel his heartbeat echoing in his aching cock.
“Baby, I’m trying to be a good guy here.” When she didn’t stop, he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Eva.”
She smiled up at him dreamily, just as she had in every one of the thousand fantasies he’d had about her. “Youarea good guy, Donovan,” she said, her fingers toying with another button.
“You want to take things slow. I’m trying really,reallyhard to respect that. We haven’t even been out on a real date yet.”
She grinned. “Maybe this is the way it’s supposed to be.”
“Here? In a police station.” It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of taking her here on every flat surface his office provided. It was that he wanted this first time to be special, memorable, perfect.
“It sounds like something that would happen in one of my books.”
“Speaking of your books, exactly how high are your expectations here?” He couldn’t stop his hands from roaming her curves.
Her laugh sounded strangled. “I don’t think you know how to disappoint,” she told him.
“Are you one-hundred percent sure?”
She nodded, wide-eyed and honest. He cupped her chin in one hand. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. You’re worth the wait, Evangelina.”
She closed her eyes on her name. “God, Donovan. It’s like you keep taking potshots at my heart.”
“Join the club, beautiful.” He kissed her again, softly, sweetly. She purred against him, and pleasure pulsed between them.
She opened the last button on his shirt and freed it from his waistband. When Eva’s small hands spread over his chest, resting over where his heart hammered, Donovan knew love and lust and everything in between.
“I thought there’d be candles, wine. Maybe a fire,” he said, trailing kisses down her neck.
“I thought there’d be handcuffs.”
He lifted her up, and she gamely locked her legs around his waist.
His desk was too low, but the counter behind it… With no finesse, he shoved two weeks’ worth of files to the floor and settled her on the surface. He’d never be annoyed by paperwork that sat here again.
With one swift move, he shucked her sweater over her head and breathed a worshipful sigh over the curves of her breasts that spilled over her black bra. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he breathed.
“You’re about to get luckier,” Eva whispered. She levered herself up, and he made swift work of her boots and leggings.
“Oh, God. You’re not wearing underwear.” Blackness creeped in on the edges of his vision.
Her laugh was a sigh. “Is that a problem?”
“I wasn’t mentally prepared for—” He pressed her thighs apart and felt his world go black for just a second as every last ounce of blood left his head.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Her fingers danced over the skin of his chest, the flat of his abs, before finding his belt. “Why do you have so many clothes on?”
