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I came on too strong at the Colosseum.

Our first kiss was so bad that he never wants to touch me again.

And then, the worst thought of all:he was never really interested in me. He was only fooling around with me because I was literally the only other person in the hotel.

The thoughts were crippling. I couldn’t bear the thought of ending things now, not when we had come so far together, especially in the last day. I didn’t know what I would do without Donovan at my side.

“Okay,” I said, voice trembling. “If you want to stop then I respect that. We can stay in our separate rooms…”

“No,” he said emphatically, dropping the basket of clothes to the floor. “I don’t want to stay in my room. I don’t want to sip wine by myself and text you from the other side of thisfuckingwall. I can’t do it, Molly. It’s not enough.”

I held my breath. “Whatdoyou want, then?”

He stepped across the divider into my room.

“I wantthis.”

27

Molly

The Day I Gave In

Donovan is in my room.

The thought flashed across my mind as he stepped across the invisible line. There was a look in his eyes that excited me, a look that saidfuck flirting, fuck the rules, we’re doing this.

He grabbed my face with his hands and lowered his lips to mine.

Our first kiss at the Colosseum was soft, tender. This was a completely different animal. Hetookme like I belonged to him, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, conquering and claiming. Every part of us touched as he held me against him—forehead to forehead, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. The kiss deepened and Donovan swallowed the sounds I made, muffling me with his unrestrained lust.

He pulled back and gazed at me with raw desire. “No more games, Molly.” His words were deep and dark.

Blood rushed in my ears and I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I bit my lower lip and nodded.

Donovan kissed me again, pushing me backward with his lips until I sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me farther up the bed, pleasure pinging off his body as he followed me, setting me on fire with his torrid waves of arousal.

I hiked up my dress so he could sink in between my legs, aching for him to fill the hollow gap. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against my panties through his jeans, hard and warm and full of sexy potential, and my hips surged upward with need.

Are we really doing this?I thought as he claimed my body with his hands, clawing and squeezing. After days of teasing and flirting and touching…

Donovan’s thin beard scratched my skin tantalizingly as he kissed a line down my shoulder. He ground his hard length against my panties, a wonderful pressure against my sex. He pulled back and I expected him to strip his clothes as quickly as possible, but he remained bent over me. His tongue licked a trail across my breasts, sliding my dress up so he could continue down my belly. I arched my back and preened for him as he reached my panties.

He paused to gaze up at me, destroying me with his storm-cloud eyes before he had even touched me.

He kissed the waistband of my panties, biting down on the elastic and pulling them down with his teeth.

I trembled with pleasure, both immediate and delayed. His teeth raked my skin as he tugged the panties a few inches down my left leg, then moved to the right leg to do the same. His beard rubbed my skin and he teased me with kisses in between pulls with his mouth, until I wasdyingfor him.

“Now you’re just showing off,” I breathed.

He smirked up at me and continued his work. My body was on fire from my toes to my fingertips andeverythingin between. I was ready to explode, and the delay only made my desire grow in strength.

Finally he used his hands to pull my panties down over my ankles. He pulled me up into a sitting position so he could pull my dress over my head, then he tossed it aside like the fabric covering my body offended him. I hastily unclipped my bra and let it fall to the bed.

Donovan pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the tapestry of chiseled muscle I was now accustomed to. But unlike the gym or the pool, now Donovan’s bare skin was inches away from me, filling the space between us with radiating body heat. I traced the lines of muscle down to his navel.

He stepped off the bed, removing his belt while gazing down at me longingly. His gaze felt like a caress as he let his pants and boxer-briefs fall to the ground, revealing his hard length. I reached out because I couldn’tnottouch him, I needed to feel the heat of him between my fingers. He was as hard as a rock, even more than earlier tonight at the Colosseum. Donovan let out a sigh as I dragged my fingers along the underside, from base to tip.

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