Page 124 of Holding on to Chaos
“The hot, sweaty kind.”
“Thenakedhot sweaty kind, or does she have some evening power class you’re trying to con me into?”
“Would I do that to you?” Donovan asked, trailing a finger down the nape of her neck.
“You absolutely would.”
“Probably, but this time I swear it’s just sex.”
Eva glanced toward Bruce and Amethyst. They were running down a laundry list of complaints against the other. Apparently, Bruce was physically incapable of putting his underwear into the hamper while Amethyst preferred to stock butter pecan ice cream even though Bruce repeatedly reminded her that he preferred brownie batter.
“Let’s do it,” Eva decided. “Let’s go fool around in my sister’s yoga studio.”
They made it out of Donovan’s office and to the front door without the Oakleighs missing a beat in their argument that had apparently been brewing for thirty-three or thirty-four years. When Donovan closed the station door behind them, they were heatedly discussing Amethyst’s poor attitude toward Bruce’s mother’s gravy recipe.
“Who puts bacon in gravy?” Amethyst shouted.
They hustled down the block and ducked into the alley. Donovan already had Eva’s dress up around her waist by the time she found the hide-a-key for the back door behind a loose brick in the building wall.
“Does it still count as breaking and entering if we use a key?” Eva asked, slipping it into the lock and opening the door.
“We’re only trespassing now,” Donovan said. He yanked her back against him and she felt him hard and willing.
“Come on. Let’s go in the private studio so no one sees us through the windows,” she whispered, grabbing him by the belt buckle and dragging him down the hall. Gia’s private studio was a fifteen by fifteen room with a wall of mirrors and a little altar table that held battery-operated candles.
Eva pointed at the stack of mats in the back. “We’re going to need one of those.”
Donovan grinned and grabbed one. Eva set to turning on the candles, bathing the room in a soft, flickering glow.
They faced each other from opposite ends of the mat. Donovan’s eyes seemed to glow in the candlelight. Eva slipped out of her boots and gestured for him to do the same.
“I think it’s time we satisfied one of my fantasies.”
“Here?” he grinned, removing his belt.
“That hot yoga class? I started hallucinating that it was just you and me.” She worked the buttons free on his shirt and raked her nails over his chest.
“What did we do?”
“Everything,” she whispered. She brought his hands to her breasts and moaned when he squeezed.
“There’s only so much I can take, Eva,” he warned.
She palmed him through his pants and felt him twitch against her. “You seem pretty in control to me.”
And then he was dragging her to the ground. He fell on her, yanking her dress open to feed on her breasts. His tongue and lips on the sensitive flesh of her nipple sent a throbbing straight to her empty core. She spread her legs wide for him, and he settled between them. Without releasing her nipple, Donovan slid his free hand down to pull her underwear aside.
“You know these lacy see-through things drive me insane,” he murmured against her breast.
“You drive me insane,” Eva whispered, arching her back up so he could take more of her. He knew just how to touch, to suck, to drag out the pleasure. He released her breast, gave her nipple another lick with the flat of his tongue, and then moved on to the other one.
She cried out as his teeth grazed her. He drove two fingers into her, and she thought she was going to come apart then and there.
“Did you think about me doing this to you in that class? Did you want to know what it felt like to have me inside you? Because I think about it constantly. Every second of every day, I’m wishing I were inside you, making you come on my cock.”
His words had her tightening on his fingers. He crooked them, grazing just the right spot inside her.
“Donovan!” she hissed.
