Page 89 of Fall Into Temptation
“It’s good to have you home,” Donovan admitted. “As long as you can keep your mouth shut about your sex life.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It was after midnight, and Eva was wide awake staring into the pitch black of her bedroom. She couldn’t figure out what would scare off her mother, and she felt the hours ticking down. There must be something?
She was rejecting her fifty-seventh terrible idea when she heard a commotion downstairs. Her front door opened and closed, and heavy footsteps crossed the kitchen and then stumbled over the laundry basket she’d left at the foot of the stairs so she’d remember to finally wash her damn clothes.
“Son of bitch!” she heard a low male voice growl.
She snapped on the bedside lamp and padded the three steps down the hall. Donovan, in sweatpants and a long sleeve tee, was making his way up her stairs.
“Well hello there, Officer Breaking and Entering.”
“Technically, I used one of the six hide-a-keys,” he said, slipping his hands around her waist. “Also, there’s this random 1985 town ordinance that states as a sheriff I can give anyone permission to enter a home if I suspect suspicious activity.”
“What suspicious activity did you suspect?” Eva asked, leaning into him and sliding her hands under his sweatshirt.
“I suspected a beautiful woman was sleeping alone.”
“Such a crime.” She brought her palms around to skim over the ripple of his abs. “I thought you were spending time with your parents?” Eva said, stepping into his grasp.
“Those lightweights passed out as predicted. I snuck out,” he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Sneaking out to your girlfriend’s house?” Eva tut-tutted. “You’re going to be in so much trouble.”
“I’m hoping you’ll make it worth my while,” he whispered, trailing his lips down her neck. “What are you wearing?” He stroked over the lace at her side.
“It’s just a slip thing.”
“I like it. I’ll try not to rip it when I take it off you.” He picked her up and followed the light to her bedroom. Eva unwound her legs from his hips and gasped as they fell on the bed together. He was already hard for her, and the sweatpants were easy for her to shove down his legs using her heels.
Donovan groaned when he discovered there was nothing underneath the slip. “Jesus. You were made to drive me crazy.” He pushed her higher against the pillows and gently pressed her knees apart.
“Lose the shirt,” Eva breathed, yanking on the back of his t-shirt.
He yanked it overhead and threw it blindly. Fully naked now, Donovan put his hands behind her thighs and lowered his mouth to her bared center. The brush of lips and tongue had Eva drawing in air through clenched teeth, hissing against the pleasure he sparked.
“You taste like perfection,” he murmured against her folds.
Eva fisted her hands into the sheets. “Oh, g-g-god.”
He fed on her, using leisurely strokes of his tongue to drive Eva wild. Her knees fell open, and she begged him for more with shallow thrusts of her hips. In the soft lamp light, she looked down and decided she’d never seen anything sexier than Donovan’s head between her legs, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
She took that gleam as a challenge and shoved him backwards. Surprise lit those blue eyes now. Surprise and need. Eva pushed him onto his back, and when she positioned herself over his head and leaned down to take his thick cock into her mouth, he groaned.
“Marry me,” Donovan rasped.
She didn’t have to answer. Her mouth was full of him. Eva slid her lips over his crown and smiled to herself when she heard his sharp intake of breath. His hands dug into her arms harder than he probably intended. She used the flat of her tongue to slide up his shaft and heard Donovan murmuring something like a prayer behind her.
She was feeling full of herself when she added her hand and worked him with mouth and fingers. His muscles were so tense beneath hers. She felt powerful. His body was perfection. Big and muscled. So hard. She just wanted to bite those muscular thighs.
God, she had a thing for Donovan’s thighs.
It was then that he remembered what he had access to. She cried out when he slid two fingers home and flexed them just enough, skimming over exactly the right spot. “I want to die doing this,” he whispered, bringing his mouth to her slit.
Eva gasped at the magic of his mouth. “Just not right now, okay?” she breathed out.
His reply was lost as he buried his face against her. His tongue and fingers worked to bring her to a frenzy. Through the haze of lust blinding her, Eva did her best to keep up, to drive him insane. He was achingly hard, and she was so eager to please.
