She didn’t want slow and unhurried. She wanted him with a ferocity that until now had been completely alien to her. Never had she felt such raging want. Now that her sexuality had been awakened, now that she’d been shown how very good it could be. Unspoiled by memories of Walt’s depravity. She savored the coil of desire that whispered through her body, becoming more urgent with each passing second.
He started to ease her onto the bed, but she pulled him with her, surprising him with her strength as he tumbled down on top of her.
They landed with a soft bounce, him atop her, their bodies entwined, flesh on flesh. She loved the contrast between them. His hard lines to her much softer ones. He was muscled where she was soft. Her body cradled him, molded to him as if they’d always belonged. Two interlocking puzzle pieces finally put together.
She rubbed her leg up and down his thigh, nearly purring with pleasure at the simple decadence of touching him. Of being able to explore his warrior’s body.
“I had every intention of taking things slow and sweet,” he said in a ragged voice. “But Eve, what you do to me. You drive me crazy.”
“I want you crazy,” she whispered just before she sank her teeth into the lobe of his ear and nipped playfully. “I want you so crazy for me that you forget all about going slow. I want it hard and fast, Donovan. I want you.”
He groaned and kissed his way down the side of her neck, nipping as she’d done, eliciting a gasp from her with every graze of his teeth. He went lower still, until he reached her breasts. Her nipples were painfully erect. Begging for his mouth, his tongue and yes, his teeth.
“Donovan, please!” she begged. “I’m about to crawl out of my skin! I need you inside me or I’m going to come now.”
He slipped his fingers between her legs, testing and gently probing as if to reassure himself that all she said was true. She felt her slickness on his fingers, felt how easily they slid inside her body and back out again. She knew she was ready—more than ready—for him. And if she didn’t have him soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands and ravish him until he begged for mercy.
It wasn’t bad as ideas go, but she’d wait another night. Maybe even tomorrow. When she wasn’t so on edge that the slightest touch would send her right over. Right now she just wanted it hard and fast. No other way would do.
“I’ve got you, honey,” he soothed. “I’ll take care of you.”
She nodded her agreement, her jaw clenched tight as she battled back the orgasm that built and swelled inside her. He carefully parted her thighs and she nearly groaned her impatience. Deciding to prompt him, she parted her legs and circled them around his back, urging him closer.
“To hell with it,” Donovan muttered. “I can’t hold back any longer either.”
“Finally,” she breathed out.
He smiled and then positioned himself between her spread legs, guiding his erection to the mouth of her pussy. And then he groaned, dropping his forehead to hers.
“Damn it.” Disgust was evident in his tone.
Her eyes flew open in alarm. “What is it?”
“Forgot the condom,” he grumbled. “Shit. Give me a second, honey. Don’t move an inch.”
She smiled as he scrambled hastily from the bed and yanked open the nightstand drawer to get a condom. In two seconds flat, he had the condom rolled over his rigid erection and he was back on top of her.
“Wrap your legs around me again,” he said. “Just like before.”
She eagerly did as he instructed and then wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring him to her as he carefully pushed inside her.