Then, just as her breathing accelerated and the grip on his hair tightened and Layla was so damn close, Donovan abruptly pulled away from her, robbing her of that sweet release.
“Mother fu—”
A hand over her mouth kept her from finishing the curse. “Don’t even think about it, brat.” She tried biting his hand, but he was quick, pulling her to her knees to face her on the center of the bed. “Hemsworth got tired. Besides, that one wouldn’t have been good.” He gripped her, pulled her by the back of her thighs until their bodies touched, sending a quick ache straight to her clit. “This one… this one will make you fucking hoarse.”
It only took him a second. His movements like lightening, grabbing a condom, laying her flat on her back and then, he slid in, stilling only once as he looked down at her, reaching to touch her clit, to rub his thumb against it like he needed to be gentle, careful or Layla would break.
She wasn’t fucking glass and she didn’t want him being careful.
She wanted him hard and heavy and sweating on her. She didn’t want to see that astounded, fascinated look on his face. It made her stomach twist, made her think he was surprised to find himself inside her.
“Donovan…”
He exhaled, swallowed as though her voice had shaken him from his daze. And when he pushed in deeper, to the hilt, filling her, spreading her with how thick and long he was, Donovan shook his head, traced his lips over hers with too much reverence, too much care.
“I knew you’d feel good.” He thrust once, arms shaking as he leaned over her. “I knew you’d fit me right.”
Mouth open, Layla stilled, staring at him when the realization came to her. She could slap him, she knew that. In fact, by the shift of his expression, the way his mouth dropped open, Layla guessed Donovan expected her to be angry, annoyed at least at the slip of information. But he felt so, so good inside her—the steady throb of his dick, the feel of his massive body over hers, had Layla euphoric, pushing back any inclination to lash out. Still, she wouldn’t keep the malice out of her words. “You really are a shit, you know that, right?”
“Layla…”
“I knew…” the snap of her words quieted behind her teeth when Donovan’s thrusts sped, when he shifted his hips so that he touched her hard, stealing any insult she wanted to throw at him. “I freakin knew nothing happened that first night.”
She tried not to moan or enjoy the heavy weight of his tongue pushing her lips open, but he tasted so male and delicious that her efforts came off as weak and pathetic.
“It wasn’t like nothing happened,” he said between quick licks up her neck. Donovan’s voice was low, deep and the scrape of his teeth against her ear only eradicated any hesitance she thought she should muster to deny him. Donovan sucked her ear between his teeth, humming at her taste, hips slowing to keep a steady, drugging rhythm that had Layla shaking. “You made me come so hard. You made me want you so bad that night and all you did was let me have a taste of that sweet pussy. I stopped everything when we got too close and you laid on that bed and let me make you come. You looked so fucking sexy.” He lifted on his palms and stared down at her, to pull her legs around his waist. “I couldn’t follow through, not then. Not when I knew you wouldn’t remember it. And, shit, Layla, I wanted you to remember every inch of me.”
She knew she should leave, pack up her expected indignation in the name of some barely familiar hint of female pride. But Donovan glanced at her, wanting her to stay, looking like he needed her to stay. Fingers up his face, nails sliding into his hair, Layla pulled him close, stopping short of touching his mouth, her small irritation at his non-disclosure overwhelmed by the smell of his skin and the warmth of his hands holding her against him, the feel of him moving deep inside her. God, how she hated herself for wanting him. The guilt was there already, but it was small scratch in the back of her mind, overwhelmed and dismissed by the feel of Donovan’s fingers pressing into her hips, by the slide of his hard, gloriously long dick pulsing inside of her. She hadn’t remembered that first night, not really, and though she couldn’t understand why she wanted it at all, she did want it, she wanted every detail of this night to stick in her memory.
“Then make me remember.”
Despite the small release of his surprised breath and the quick shake in his arms Donovan redoubled his efforts, moving quicker then, harder. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut as Donovan moved inside her, as his hips worked faster and faster.
Layla wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head down to kiss him, to open her mouth to him and suck on his tongue as his dick continued to pulse inside of her. She didn’t take her mouth from his, or pull her fingers out of his hair as Donovan gripped her legs, eager and hungry and so damn desperate it was almost funny. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”