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He moved to her other breast and she leaned back on her elbows, her thoughts scattering. “Teasing the born-again virgin is not . . . playing . . . fair.”
He hummed against her nipple, making the sensation ripple through her. Wetness pooled between her legs.
“Okay, okay.” She arched her back as he sucked harder. “Shit. I may have had a long-standing crush on you. I may have had completely impure thoughts about my TA for way longer than before that spring break.”
He nipped at her flesh and then raised his head to give her a devilish, satisfied smile. “So when you ran into me in the lab and realized who I was, you went about seducing me.”
A sharp laugh burst out of her. “I did no such thing.”
“You did. Utterly and completely.” He cupped her shoulders and lowered her to the island, displaying her like an X-rated feast. “Whether you knew it or not. You’re still doing it.”
He drew his fingers down her body from collarbone to hip. She closed her eyes, a shiver going through her. She’d never realized in that moment how starved for touch she was. No one touched her like this. No one ever. Her own fingers felt nothing like this. Every stroke of his hands was like a revelation, her nerve endings blooming under the attention. But then the sensation disappeared, leaving her floating without a tether. Her fingers curled around the edges of the island. “Donovan . . .”
“Shh, it’s okay.” His hands gripped her knees. “I’ve got you. Every gorgeous part of you.”
He spread her open and traced her inner thighs, sending luxurious tingles winding upward. She bit her lip, trying to keep the moan from slipping out. But then there was a gust of warm air against her wet flesh. Breath. She tensed all over. He was right there, up close with her most private spot. Her thighs tried to snap together but he was gripping her, keep
ing her in place. And before she could fully panic about what she looked like or what he thought or how this would feel, his mouth was on her. Burning hot, confident, and hungry.
“Oh, God.” Lightning went through her and then her muscles went lax like they’d forgotten how to work. A puddle. She was going to become a puddle.
Her knees fell fully open now, no resistance. He made a satisfied sound. Then, he licked her full and slow over her outer lips, the roughness of his tongue and softness of his mouth coalescing into some never before felt sensation. Then he found her clit. Her toes arched in her sandals.
“Holy. Shit.” Marin couldn’t stop the words or the desperate sound that followed from escaping her. He’d put his mouth on her briefly all those years ago. And she’d read about oral sex countless times, had seen it in videos, had educated others on it. But she’d had no idea. No. Fucking. Idea—it could feel like this.
“Agreed,” Donovan said, his breath gusting over her. He kissed her there again, openmouthed and deep, his tongue swirling around her clit like he was going to see how many licks it took to get to the center of her Tootsie Pop, for her to just disintegrate into nothing. One. Two. Ten. She lost count how many times.
Her body throbbed with an impending release already, everything tightening to the breaking point. Her nipples were so hard and achy, she almost went for it and rubbed them herself. But instead, she did what she’d been dying to do forever. She reached down and laced her hands in Donovan’s hair, feeling the soft strands slide through her fingers.
“You’re fucking perfect, Rush.” Donovan pushed a finger inside her, pumping slowly while he licked her in between dirty words. “You should see how wet you are, how hot you feel. I’m hard as rock just thinking about what you’re going to taste like coming against my mouth.”
“Donovan . . . God. I need, I’m . . .”
Despite her garbled speech, he apparently got the point because he moved his finger away, giving her a second to step back from the edge. But before she could really grab ahold of her control again, he slid his hands beneath her ass, cupping her and lifting her higher.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
She’d had her eyes squeezed shut the entire time, too overwhelmed by the feeling to take in any additional information. But at his command, her eyes automatically blinked open. And when she looked down her body, her gaze collided with his. He had her held in his palms, his lips slick and puffy, and without breaking contact he lifted her to his mouth and sucked on her clit.
The sight was so obscene, so goddamned decadent that she almost couldn’t take it. His gaze held hers like a rope tied between them, anchoring her and challenging her at the same time. Look at what I’m doing to you. Look at how filthy and sexy and shameless we are. He lapped at her—slow and sure—and then sucked and nipped at her flesh, bringing her to the edge and then easing her back again. Her brain filled with white noise, emptying of everything except what she was feeling and the man making her feel those things.
Then when she thought she couldn’t handle any more, Donovan reached for the wine bottle. While keeping a steady hand beneath her, he tipped it over her, dousing her sex with rich, ruby liquid. The cool splash was a shock against her hot skin, making her cry out, but then he was there licking it off her, dragging his tongue over her thighs and pussy, his lips going red with the stain of the wine.
The plinking drops of the wine dripping off her body onto the island and floor were unbearably erotic as Donovan got a roguish gleam in his eye and lowered the bottle. She didn’t have time to process what he was about to do. With his stare holding hers, he dragged the mouth of the bottle along her slit, smooth glass against throbbing flesh. Then he pressed it to her entrance.
Oh. Fuck.
Her arousal was absolute, everything slippery and aching, and the ridged opening of the bottle slid into her without a fight.
Donovan’s expression flared with unrepentant desire as he pumped the very tip inside of her with shallow thrusts. “Any way I want. That’s how I’m going to fuck you, Rush.”
The words rang through her, setting off sparks and making everything catch fire. She’d worried he’d treat her like a sweet, inexperienced virgin. She’d worried that he’d go easy on her. She’d been wrong. So very wrong.
He was going to break her into a million pieces.
And she was going to let him.
He dragged the bottle out of her, leaving her empty and pulsing with the need to be filled, and then he lifted the bottle to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and draining the last few drops of it. All the while he held her gaze. He licked his lips when he was done. “You’re sweeter than the wine.”
