Page 112 of Fall Into Temptation
“You’re the clincher, baby. We’ll eat later.”
He kissed her hard and let the fire spark to life inside them. She shifted against him, rocking into his hard-on, and he saw stars behind his eyes. When she breathed out that soft little moan against him, he knew love.
Holding her by the hips, he ground his cock against her.
“Please, Donovan. God,please.”
“All you have to do is ask, Eva.”
“Oh my God. Here? Please?” she breathed.
“Here first,” he said darkly. “Another fantasy.”
Her hands streaked under his shirt pushing it up his chest.
He grabbed the cotton behind his neck and dragged it off his head before diving down to capture her mouth. When she accepted the thrust of his tongue into her mouth, Donovan felt beyond possessive, beyond hungry.
He abandoned her lips only long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head.
She was wearing another one of those lacy lounge bras that drove him insane. So delicate, tempting him with what was visible beneath. “Jesus, woman. You drive me over the edge.”
“I haven’t even done anything. Yet,” she laughed, her voice low. She wiggled off his lap, and as he reached for her to bring her back, she dropped to her knees between his legs. His breath left him in a hiss when she worked the drawstring of his sweatpants loose.
There was already a wet dot visible at the front of his pants. This is what she did to him, made him want beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he rasped.
Eva’s gaze found his and held as she stripped him of his pants. He watched her as she eagerly gripped him by the root. “Go slow, baby,” he warned. But Eva didn’t listen. She never did.
Every muscle in his body tensed as her lips parted over his already wet crown. He fisted his hand in her hair, drawing a squeak from her when he pulled just a little too hard.
He wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come. All that existed was her hot little mouth on his cock. She worked him with hand and mouth, dragging him toward the edge faster than any fantasy.
“Shit. Eva, you need to stop.”
But still her lips flowed over him, tasting, sucking. He felt the release build in the tightening of his balls. “Eva!”
“Come for me, Donovan. Let me taste you,” she demanded before taking him to the back of her throat.
He came, shouting her name and pulling that red hair. Every muscle tensed with an orgasm that blazed through his system, lighting him on fire.
“Fuck. Baby, I told you to stop,” he admonished, his breath coming in gasps.
She released him from her mouth, a cocky smile playing on her lips. “Oops. Guess I didn’t hear you over all the prayers and you screaming my name.”
“If that was part of your apology, I can’t wait ’til you fuck up again,” Donovan said.
“How are you still hard after that?” Eva demanded, staring at his half-mast dick.
“Super power,” he said, not bothering to pull his pants back up. He liked the way she was eyeing him. “Now let me show you another of mine.”
He pulled her to her feet and shoved her leggings down with more enthusiasm than finesse. He lifted her from the waist and settled her ass on the dining room table, spreading her thighs wide.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed.
“Lay down,” he ordered her, shoving plates and dishes further down the table. “Lay down and spread yourself open.”
She honest-to-God whimpered as she complied, and he went from half hard to all the way on that breathy noise alone. He knelt on the floor and slid his hands under the sweet curves of her ass. “The things I’m going to do to you,” he murmured just before sliding his tongue through her folds.
