She wondered if he was making comparisons, too, and what kind of women he usually chose. Gorgeous women, she was certain. Worldly and sexy. Probably beautiful but tough, like Avery. That seemed more likely than the sheltered, mousy type she’d always been, afraid of the world and obsessed with taking precautions. She was truly the rabbit to his wolf—her father had gotten that part right.
Damn it, she didn’t want Donovan to see her like that. It hit her hard, like a slap to the psyche, a realization that she didn’t want to fit the mold she’d been trying so hard to wedge herself into for the past ten years. She wanted to be an equal partner with Donovan, at least in his bed. She might not know how to shoot a submachine gun or take out enemy forces like Avery undoubtedly did, but she was a woman with sexual desires and she enjoyed having sex. If she didn’t enjoy it quite as fully as most other women, at least she could make sure that he did.
Well, she could do her best, anyway. That hadn’t always been enough for Gene, but Donovan seemed to be a lot more motivated than her last lover.
Currently, his motivation was making a tent in front of his towel. As he took her mouth with his she slipped her hand down and pulled the towel off. She didn’t have a chance to look down because her tongue was suddenly occupied and didn’t want to stop, but she had the pleasure of reaching around to slip her hands around the tight cheeks of his ass and squeeze. He groaned and pressed closer, and his erection slipped through the open front of her robe, probing against her abdomen. He pushed her robe the rest of the way off. It pooled at her feet and nearly tripped her as he backed her against the bathroom wall and ground into her.
He was eager and insistent, and she was breathless with the knowledge that she did that to him. He wanted her, and it only increased her desire to feel how much. How big. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around him and stroking as she mimicked the move with her tongue.
He raised his head as he pushed into her hand and groaned, “Jesus, Jess.” Encouraged, she slid her hand lower, cupping his balls as she sank down to take him into her mouth.
He caught her arms seconds later, jerking her upright. “Damn, woman. Too much.” Pulling back, he led her the short distance to the bed. It had been made when she went into the bathroom. Now the covers were turned down and a condom sat on the nightstand. No, two condoms. She smiled.
Before she knew what was happening, he scooped her off her feet and laid her on the bed. He climbed over her, a knee on each side pinning her in place. The erection she’d been fondling jutted upward above her stomach. A quiver of anticipation went through her, and she raised her hips in a silent plea.
His eyes turned dark and hungry, but he seemed to be in no hurry to satisfy her. Holding himself above her, he kissed her breasts, licking and sucking until she squirmed from the intense pleasure rocketing down to pool between her thighs. “Patience,” he murmured, kissing her mouth. His hand slipped down her stomach and into the cleft between her legs. The quiver became an electric shock as he slid a finger inside her, then stroked her once, his finger sliding through wetness as it moved upward to press against her clitoris. She sucked in a gasp at the strong ripple of pleasure. God, if he did that again she’d come right out of her skin.
He chuckled and murmured, “Holy shit, Jess.” She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded reverent, so she figured it was good.
His mouth went back to her breasts, a heavenly sensation that also gave her the opportunity to run her hands over the muscles of his back as they bunched and rippled, and down to his slim hips and tight ass. God, the man was hard all over. She’d never thought a perfect body was important, not if the man had a good heart and soul, but it turned out there was a lot to be said for physical perfection.
His mouth moved between her breasts, and the scratch of his whiskers against her soft skin sent another bolt of heat streaking downward. Everything that marked him as different from the men she usually dated seemed to be a major turn-on. His mouth moved lower, and his hands followed, framing her waist, then her hips. She knew where he was going and started to tense. Gene’s tentative licks down there had felt good, but mainly made her self-conscious.
“God, Jess,” he murmured. “I love the way you smell, and the softness of your skin.”
She relaxed, sighing as his fingers smoothed the thin line of hair between her legs.
“And I love how wet you are for me.” His finger dipped in and circled again, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“And the way you taste.” His tongue touched her, as she’d known it would. But it didn’t dart away again as she’d expected. It pushed firmly against her and licked a wide path straight up to the sensitive nub at the top.