Page 65 of Holding on to Chaos
“I… I have no words…”
Reverently, Donovan ran his hands up her silky inner thighs. To torture them both, he let his fingers brush the damp strip of curls between her legs.
Her breath caught, and Eva’s wrestling match with his belt paused. “Oh, God. I’m not sure if I’m going to survive this,” she confessed.
“At least we’ll die together.”
Eva’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright. Those full lips were swollen from their kisses. Donovan had never seen anything sexier in his entire life.
“You’ve just ruined me for every other woman on the face of the planet.”
She grinned. “We’re just getting started. I plan to ruin you for all generations past, present, and future.”
He took a breath, trying to find the air in the room that was suddenly in short supply. “I really want to take my time. Enjoy this…”
“But?” she asked.
“But I can’t guarantee I’ll stay in control once I’m inside you,” he murmured.
She shook her head slowly. “Ireallywish you’d let me take notes.”
“You can take them during the encore,” he promised. He cupped her breasts through the black netting. “What kind of bra is this?”
“A lounge bra. It’s like a sexy version of a sports bra,” Eva said, closing her eyes as his hands worked their magic.
“Very sexy,” he agreed. Everything about her was. Those auburn curls. Her thickly lashed eyes. God, those lips. And her skin, ivory dusted with freckles.
“Your pants,” Eva said. “They need to come off.”
“They’re my last line of defense,” he told her.
“Yeah? Well they’re standing between me and my final frontier.” Eva cupped his rigid shaft through his uniform pants.
“God, Eva.” In a purely defensive move, he kissed her hard. Pouring himself into the kiss, branding her like she’d branded his heart. When she melted into him, he slowly slipped a finger between her slick folds. Swallowing her gasp, he plunged inside her.
All teasing, all sweetness evaporated.
She was fire in his hand. Clinging to his open shirt, Eva chanted his name as she began to ride his fingers.
He was lost watching her, swamped with the need to give her what she begged for. Her pleasure was his desire.
“Donovan!” She gasped his name in surprise, in wonder, in pleasure, as she came for him and Donovan knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life.
She was still quaking around his fingers when she reached for his fly. “Now,” she demanded.
Now was good.Donovan reached for his wallet in his back pocket. Freeing the condom, he flung the wallet to the floor.
While Eva shoved his pants and underwear down, he shredded the foil packet.
“Oh, boy,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide when she stared down at him.
That look—hungry and anxious—nearly pushed him over the edge. He’d never been this hard before in his life. With fingers coated in Eva’s arousal, Donovan rolled on the condom and guided himself to her opening. He’d just notched himself in place and was bracing for what could only be the most soul-shattering moment of his life to-date when Eva slapped a hand to his chest.
“Wait! There’s something you need to know!”
Donovan’s hands dug into her hips. “Baby. I’m going to literally die in the next four seconds if I’m not inside you.”
“You’re my next hero.” Her words came out in a breathy whisper.
