“I saw your light was on and wanted to make sure you have everything you need before I go upstairs.”
The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s barely keeping a straight face. “The service here really is five-star.”
“I aim to please.” Crap, why did my voice get so low and husky all of a sudden? That came out a lot more suggestive than I intended.
Or maybe I had intended it to be suggestive because what I really wanted to say was hey, you’re leaving tomorrow and I’m never going to see you again, but how about we get naked and make a memory that’ll keep me warm for a long time?
But I don’t have to say anything else because he’s moving toward me. He cups his hand behind my neck and I have a few seconds to run my hand over his naked chest before his mouth is on mine.
The kiss is hot and deep. His tongue slides between my lips, dancing with mine, while his other hand cups my breast. I’m not wearing a bra, and when he runs his thumb over the taut nipple, the sensation is like a zap through my body.
I run my hands down his back until they reach the sweatpants. Then I tuck my fingers under the waistband, my nails running over his lower back.
But when I slide them toward the front of the waistband, he breaks off the kiss and grabs my wrists. “Wait.”
Wait? Did he really just ask me to wait? But I take a step back, giving him a little space.
“Do you have…I don’t tuck condoms in my suit coat pockets when I go to business meetings.”
“Oh.” Relief rushes through me. “I brought one with me, just in case.”
His forehead rests against mine. “That’s a relief. This seems like the kind of town where a man smashing a store window to get a box of condoms would be talked about for a very long time.”
“At least they wouldn’t be able to ID you,” I tease, pulling the condom from the pocket of my shorts and tossing it on the nightstand.
Forty-five seconds later, I’m naked. The haste with which he peels my sleep shirt off makes me worry he’s going to rush things. Sure, I’m starving for his touch, but I also hope we’re not going to burn through both condoms in ten minutes or less.
But once our clothes are strewn around our feet, he takes a deep breath and runs his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. Then he slides them around my waist and hauls me against him. I gasp as our naked bodies finally come together, and he kisses me. His mouth is demanding and when he buries his hand in my hair, I moan.
He kisses me until I can barely breathe and I certainly don’t remember my own name. All I know is that his mouth feels good and his hands feel good, and I want more of him. All of him.
I’m not sure how we make it to the bed without falling since we don’t take our hands off each other. He’s definitely in charge, pinning my hands to the mattress as he licks and sucks almost every part of my body until I’m whimpering his name and begging for him.
I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then he’s between my thighs. He looks down at me, our gazes locking. I reach up and stroke his face. I can’t help myself.
He turns his head and captures my index finger between his lips. Then he takes it in his mouth and sucks hard. I rake my fingernails up his back and his muscles tremble under my touch.
Then he reaches down and guides his erection into me. Each thrust takes him deeper until his length fills me. I whisper his name, my fingers tangled in his hair, as he starts to move.
Time ceases to exist. There’s only Donovan and the heat that the sweet friction is sending through my body. I stroke his back and run my hands over his ass, and he kisses me. He kisses my jaw. My neck. He sucks one nipple and then the other, capturing it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make me whimper.
Then his pace quickens, each thrust coming harder and faster. I know he’s close and I reach down to stroke my clit while my other hand grasps his hip, urging him on.
The orgasm takes my breath away, and as my back arches off the bed, I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning his name. I’m still trembling, waiting to breathe again, when his body jerks and he comes with a groan. I run my hands over his back as his hips pulse before he collapses on top of me.
He kisses the side of my neck, his hand cupping my breast, and I close my eyes to savor the delicious post-orgasm glow. He finally lifts his head enough to give me a deep kiss, and then he pushes off of me. One more kiss, this time on the tip of my breast, and he disappears into the bathroom.
When he comes back, he hauls me into his arms and makes a mmm sound close to my ear. Locked in his embrace, I close my eyes and savor the feeling of being held. I can feel his heartbeat as it slows against my cheek, and his breathing follows suit as he drifts toward sleep.
I don’t drift into sleep, though. Once he’s fully asleep, his muscles relax, and I know I can probably get out of bed without waking him.
It’s tempting to stay. I want to fall asleep curled against his body. I want to wake up to warm, sleepy kisses.
But he’s leaving tomorrow. This was all I get of him and the longer I stay in this bed, pretending otherwise, the harder it’s going to be to watch him leave.
Slowly and silently, I slide from the bed and gather my clothes. I pull them on because it would be just my luck I’d run into somebody heading to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
Then, after allowing myself a last look at his face—so relaxed in sleep—I sneak out of his room and back to my own.
