She flushed. “No.” It was hard to meet his eyes when she told him how she felt about him, so she looked at his chest as she smoothed her hand over the hard plane of his pecs, brushing lightly over his taut nipple and the light sprinkling of hairs in the center. “At first I thought you were dangerous and not my type at all. Which was disconcerting, because I thought you were also pretty sexy.” She raised her gaze shyly and was relieved to see that he’d relaxed.
“Good, because I would never hurt you, and I don’t want you to think I could.” He tipped her chin up and leaned closer. “And by the way, Jess, the feeling is very…” He kissed her. “Very…” He kissed her again, slower this time. “Mutual.” This time his kiss planted her deeply in the pillow and drew a satisfied moan from her. He ended with a quick peck on her nose. “I’ll be right back. Hold that thought.”
She watched him go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, sighing with pleasure as his naked ass disappeared through the doorway. Sexy was the best word she could think of, but it was a vast understatement for the palpitations her heart endured when she looked at him.
Dr. Epstein was so going to hear about this. But it would have to be in a letter, because she wasn’t paying for one more office visit to someone who had steered her so wrong for so long. Maybe she should tell him to go fuck himself. In a helpful way, of course.
…
Donovan crossed the room and dipped into the side pocket of his duffle before crawling back in bed, because he knew there was no way he could lay beside her all night and not want her over and over again.
He was right. She was just as warm and enthusiastic the second time around and as responsive to his touch as anyone could ask from a lover. And for someone who’d never been able to enjoy the best part of making love, she was surprisingly willing to make sure he enjoyed himself. When she took him in her mouth and massaged his balls, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He had to stop her sooner than he wanted to, but it helped him set a record time for rebounding. He made good use of his hard-on, determined to give her another orgasm no matter how long he had to try.
She laughed when he said it, teasing him with, “You’re so selfless.”
“I’m entirely selfish. It’s an ego thing to make you come again.”
But that wasn’t it. He wanted to watch that startled delight take hold of her, and maybe he wanted to sound a little like a badass while doing it so she didn’t confuse him with the milquetoast men who’d come before him. He didn’t begrudge her some experience, but the thought of some candy-ass guy enjoying her body while giving her nothing in return but a sincere thank-you raised his hackles. She deserved so much more. And when she got it, gasping and stiffening as she gave in to the delirious pleasure, it sent him rocketing over the top with her. He ground into her and made it last as long as he could, until she lay breathless and sweating, with her heart pounding so hard he could feel it vibrate against his ribs.
He collapsed on top of her and desperately hoped his team didn’t call in soon because he wasn’t sure he’d have the energy to get up.
He also was aware of the hell that Mitch would raise if he realized what had happened between him and Jess. Mitch would think it hypocritical. Donovan knew it wasn’t, because he hadn’t gone out alone tomcatting around Luxor the way Mitch had intended to, and he hadn’t drawn undue attention to the team or their location.
That’s if Mitch was telling the truth, and if he hadn’t been planning to meet someone to fill them in on the team’s progress. Donovan wasn’t ruling that out.
But even if he wasn’t a mole, all Mitch would see was that Donovan had gotten his rocks off and Mitch hadn’t. Which was technically true. It should have at least relieved some of his sexual tension. He wasn’t sure why it hadn’t worked that way. After two sessions with Jess he felt more drawn to her than before and unable to keep his mind off relieving more of that sexual tension that he was sure would be building again momentarily.
It was a good time for a reality check. They’d taken advantage of a waiting period that could end at any moment. Mr. Atallah would be either retrieving that vase or having it brought to him, and they’d need to be ready to act, to find out where it came from. And not meet the others looking and smelling like sex.
“Shower,” he suggested.
“Mmm. Sounds good.”
He took the phone in the bathroom with them in case the team called. But he didn’t hurry. His cock might be depleted at the moment, but that was no reason not to take his time soaping every inch of Jess’s body, slowly and thoroughly, then kissing her stupid and pinning her against the tile wall, using his fingers to drive her over the edge one more time. She clung to him afterward, panting and gasping, as water poured over them from three directions.