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“Oh,” he said with a wink, “so animalistic.”
“Whatever,” she huffed and stepped into the dining room. “It’s all science.”
“All this science talk,” he said rubbing his heart. “You’re really turning me on.” And she was, but he guessed from the way she rolled her eyes she didn’t believe him one bit.
The table was set with antique silver and patterned plates. A silver-domed tray housed a perfectly roasted turkey. Donovan had peeked earlier. British chose a seat by the head of the table, close to where he’d sat this morning. For a moment Donovan pictured three curly-haired kids with features perfectly blending those of the Ravens family and British. He blinked and shook his head. The image disappeared. Weird.
“I see Jessilyn made a turkey,” British noted as she started walking toward the French doors. Had they lingered longer, Donovan might have wiped everything off the table and made love to her in front of the turkey. “The sides must be in here,” she went on. “How about we just do our dinner buffet-style and save us extra dishes to clean up? Sound good to you? Oh crap.”
British rushed through the kitchen where they’d first dined together and headed for the back door. Marker ink drizzled down the white pages of the poster board where steps for the big and small challenges were outlined. Opened plastic coffee filters for the glow-in-the-dark chromatology butterflies took on water. “The girls left some of the equipment you just got them outside and it’s raining.”
Seemingly without thinking, British kicked out of her heels and jetted out the door. Donovan followed half in fear of making sure she didn’t hurt herself and half to do whatever she needed done. “Wait.”
Rain poured down between them. He had no idea what half the stuff was but it seemed important. “Load me up,” Donovan said, coming up to her.
Without a word she lifted metal rods, batteries, radios and lights into his open arms.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but is this safe?”
“It’s better than wasting the items,” British noted, grabbing her own stack and heading for the back porch.
“Yeah, but the items can be replaced,” he said. “You can’t. And then I’ll be forced to find someone else to be RC’s spokesmodel.” British stopped long enough to give him a pretty snarl. Even soaking wet, he wanted her. But now was not the time.
Donovan followed her movements until they cleaned up the backyard. By the time they finished, the two of them were drenched and found this to be the right time to laugh about it.
“I’m going to have a serious talk with them when they get back,” said British. “They can’t just waste things. Look at this,” she hissed and stepped off the porch. “Stephanie left a controller and her SSRs for her string of lights. The solid state relays are going to connect to the computer, if they’re not ruined by now.”
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p; What appeared to be a string of loose bulbs turned out to be an underground set that didn’t budge. When British bent to pull the lights with a heavy tug, she fell...flat on her back. Donovan darted off the steps to scoop her up. “Are you okay?” he said in a panic. They made it inside before, as Ms. Fitzhugh said, the bottom fell out. Rain fell like a heavy sheet.
“My pride is hurt,” said British. “Put me down.”
“No way, you’re filthy,” he said, shaking his head. “If you think I’m a lousy cook, you should see my nonexistent housekeeping skills.” Donovan hiked British up in his arms for a better grip. “Nope, I’m carrying you to your room.”
At least while she pouted she was quiet.
Donovan carried her up the grand staircase and to her closed door.
“Close your eyes,” British ordered him. “I’m not hurt.”
“Woman, I practically saw your naked tail the other night and if that didn’t give me enough view, your split in your dress revealed a whole hell of a lot more.”
British did what he expected and rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever.” She reached into the V of her bodice and extracted her card key, giving him an impatient look. Wordlessly she raised an eyebrow and demanded him to lower her enough to unlock the door. Such an easy task to do but so hard for Donovan. He was mesmerized by the swell of her breasts. Rain droplets caressed her skin in places he wished he could.
British cleared her throat and brought him back to focus. “Right, uh, sorry.”
Once the door popped open, Donovan set British on the dresser by the door. To silence her from questioning him, he raised his index finger in the air, then went to grab a few towels from the bathroom. By the time he turned back around, British had already slipped the gorgeous gown off her shoulders. She folded her arms across her bare breasts and jutted her chin forward. Donovan shook his head. “Not sorry.”
The moment Donovan anticipated for later, started right now. Donovan wedged himself between her wet thighs while he cupped her face. Their tongues reached out for a reunion. British’s hands tugged at the knot of his tie and her fingers impatiently ripped open the front of his Oxford shirt. Their feverish kiss didn’t break, not even when he led them over to the edge of the bed and coaxed her body backward with his frame. While his left hand held up the lower half of her body, Donovan’s hands palmed her breasts. His thumb traced circles on her areolae.
British’s hands skillfully worked him out of his wet shirt. He helped with unbuttoning his pants while she slid them over his rear. He wanted her so badly, he barely waited to pull his slacks completely off. He fumbled in the dark with the condom in his wallet, hating himself for taking too much time away from devouring her body.
British waited with her elbows up and legs open. The color of her dress on the floor caught the flickering light of the sky outside. Keeping them safe, Donovan felt his way up her calves, to her muscled thighs and to the apex of her legs. His fingers pushed at the fleshy wet center, his erection straining against the rubber material.
British sat up enough to grab Donovan by the neck and pull him down into a warm kiss. While he pressed her body onto the bed, he entered her slowly. British pressed her body against his. Her breasts crushed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist. Donovan wanted to take it slow but as she nibbled his ear he lost himself in her and brought her to the first of many more orgasms that were sure to come.
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