“I was run off my feet all day. Were you too?”
He nods and then throws some scotch down his throat. “Yeah, it was a fucking mess of a day. One I’ll be glad to see the end of.”
“Is everything okay?”
“It will be.” At my frown, he adds, “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”
“I always worry about you.”
He drinks some more scotch, keeping his eyes on me. “Are you ready to go home?”
I move into him, bringing my hands to his chest. “I’m feeling nostalgic tonight. I thought we could sleep here.” In my old room above the bar.
Surprise fills his eyes. “What’s caused this?”
I smile, not ready to tell him yet. Taking his hand, I nod with my head for him to follow me. “Bring that bottle.”
He grabs the bottle and his glass, and follows me upstairs. Jess has everything under control with the bar, so I don’t give it another thought. There’s only one thing on my mind tonight and that’s my husband and the news I’m about to share with him.
When we reach my room, he closes the door behind us and reaches for me before I’ve even really made it into the room.
Gripping my waist, he turns me in his arms and pulls me close. Bringing his mouth to my throat, he trails kisses down to my chest while working the button on my jeans. “I fucking need this,” he rasps as he moves to his knees and strips me of my jeans and panties.
“Oh God,” I moan and clutch his hair.
Donovan takes hold of my ass and presses his face to my pussy as he growls, “Fuck.”
He inhales my scent, and fuck if that doesn’t shoot lust through my entire body. The need my husband has for me never fails to do that.
He flicks his tongue over my clit and then pushes it inside me. He’s fucking talented with his tongue and I’m pretty sure my legs won’t be holding me up soon.
When he roughly spreads my legs and switches his tongue for his fingers, I know for sure my legs won’t survive this.
After I lose myself in the orgasm he delivers, he stands and picks me up and takes me to the bed. Stripping, he watches me, fucking me with his eyes. No words are exchanged, but we don’t need them.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says when he positions himself above me.
I curl my fingers around his biceps. “I need you inside me.” My words come out a hot, needy mess. Something he always brings out in me.
Placing his hands either side of me on the bed, he orders, “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
I don’t need further instructions. I know how Donovan prefers to fuck me, and when he says hold on, he means hold on and don’t fucking let go. So I do.
He thrusts inside me.
If I didn’t know him like I do, I’d think he was trying to break me.
But he’s not.
Sex is how Donovan deals with his demons and I am more than happy to hold on and take everything he wants to give.
He moves slowly to begin with and then picks up the pace.
His rhythm becomes fierce, brutal, relentless as he chases his release.
My fingers dig into his skin as I come.
Donovan keeps pounding into me, his growls of satisfaction coming from deep within. It doesn’t take him long to orgasm after I do.
