Page 66 of Fall Into Temptation
“I don’t know what that means,” he said, using every fiber of self-control not to drive himself into her. It was nearly impossible to hear her over the pounding of blood in his head. His dick throbbed with its demands.
“I wrote you. You’re in my book.”
“I can live with that. We good?”
“So good—” Eva’s words were choked off by a gasp as he sheathed himself in her.
It was better than everything he’d ever imagined, better than every fantasy. The reality of her walls gripping him like a velvety vice destroyed him. He let himself go, pulling out only to lose himself in each swift thrust back inside her, back where he belonged.
She was speaking nonsense, chanting unintelligible words. He gripped her hips as he pistoned in and out of her. The pace was wild. His blood was singing in his veins. He’d been made for this. Made to pleasure her. Made to make her beg and come and love. He’d never take that responsibility lightly.
“Donovan.” It was a breath, a sigh hot against his skin. He needed more, to give and to take.
He felt her quicken around him, a flutter that teased his cock as he slammed into her.
“I feel you, baby. Let go.”Please, for the love of God. He needed her to let go so he could follow her into the abyss.
Eva opened her eyes, and her heavy-lidded gaze held him enthralled. He barely noticed her fingers digging into his shoulders. They were joined together in the most primitive of ways, carrying each other to perfection.
“Now.” She whispered it, but his body obeyed as if she’d shouted it. They came together, one release milking the other. As he emptied himself into her, Donovan vowed that this would be his last first time.
“I love you, Evangelina.” The words escaped him on waves of ecstasy.
“I’m starting to believe you,” she whispered back, pressing her lips to his throat.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“I’m going to build a shrine right here. I’m going to need a naked picture of you, just like this,” Donovan announced.
Eva laughed. She was sprawled on top of him on the floor behind his desk. Round two had seen the removal of her bra and his pants and shoes. She’d been too busy orgasming to take notes, but she was sure she would remember the highlights forever seeing as how they were branded into her brain.
“Tonight has been one surprise after another.”
She traced a heart shape over the warm skin of his shoulder.
“Tell me about your night,” Donovan said, tugging her fingers to his mouth to kiss them.
“Well, you were there for the best part of it.”
“Both best parts,” he reminded her in pure male conceit. “But I’m hoping to distract you from getting up and putting your clothes on. So, tell me about your meeting?”
“My legs aren’t going to work for at least another ten minutes,” she teased and then started at the top, filling him in on the meeting. “The B.C. is basically one never-ending head game,” Eva said.
“Are you surprised? You’ve seen them in action.”
“Nothing about this town should surprise me. Did I mention that Bobby caught us dragging Ellery out of the air duct?”
Donovan gave her a playful pinch. “No, you didn’t mention that.”
“I thought the jig was up,” Eva said. “But it looks like Bobby is Team Ellery, so at least we’ve got three of us to stand up to any harebrained schemes the rest of them come up with.”
“I appreciate you keeping an eye on them for me. It’s one less group I need to worry about.”
“I’m using it as writer’s research. That committee is going to end up in a book someday,” she predicted.
“I like your books,” Donovan admitted.
“Books as in plural? As in you’ve read more than one?”
