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“Jack,” she whispered, suddenly very afraid that she was making the biggest mistake of her life. But he wasn’t listening and any chance she had to make an escape was lost when he bent forward and slid his tongue inside her.
“You taste just like I remember,” he growled against her. “So damn sweet.”
She barely held on as Jack licked and sucked and stroked her into a jumbling mess of red-hot need. His large hands cupped her ass as his lips and tongue continued to tease. Her legs were jelly, her body nearly convulsing as that exquisite pressure flared to life and burned its way up from deep inside her.
Whimpering, she threw her head back, still clutching his hair as she held on for dear life.
“Come for me, Donnie.” His voice was rough. So damn intimate. “Donnie,” he said hoarsely, a finger inserted deep inside her, curled up at the just the right angle. “Now, babe.”
She shattered against him, her orgasm ripping through her body in a blast of pleasure that left her breathless.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. All thought fled. There was nothing but Jack. Nothing but the need to have him inside her. It was like a fever rolling through her body, and she frantically began tugging on his shirt.
“Jack,” she managed to say, swaying unsteadily on her feet as he scooped up the edge of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Her fingers were at his zipper, her body leaning into his because if not she would have fallen off the dock.
The rain continued to fall as she pulled his shorts down and before she could process the sight of his naked beauty, Jack had her on her back, one leg pulled up around his waist as he positioned himself between her legs.
For a moment he stared down into her eyes, rain cascading down his face onto hers. His chest heaved and the muscles along his neck were corded tight.
His mouth slid over a nipple, and she cried out as a surge of heat infused her body, winding her up so tight it was painful. Never had she been this aroused. This much in need to connect to a man.
To Jack.
Only, Jack, she thought.
“Please,” she whispered.
For one second their eyes connected, and she saw the heat and desire and raw need that she felt, reflected in him. That fear she’d felt earlier hit her hard in the chest and for one crazy moment, the responsible side of her began to scream.
What the hell are you doing?
This won’t end well!
But then his mouth was on hers, and he slid inside her, the long length of his cock going as deep as he could.
“Christ,” he muttered hoarsely. “You feel so fucking good.”
There was no long drawn out loving. No, gentle caresses as Jack gazed lovingly into her eyes. There was only the raw, animalistic need that the both of them couldn’t deny.
She let Jack set the tempo, his thrusts fast and hard with a need that she understood. She kissed him with all the passion and sorrow inside her. She met him thrust for thrust, her eyes not leaving him, because she knew she needed to memorize every detail.
She hadn’t done that the last time, because it wasn’t often that a person knew when a ‘last time’ was actually happening.
It wasn’t long before they both came, and for Donovan, the release was unlike any she’d ever had. It was full bodied and heart pounding. Passionate and fierce. It was coming home and knowing that she had to leave again, because he could never belong to her. She loved this man too much and she would do whatever it took to protect him.
It was all of those things and so much more, and it was the so much more that left her broken.
When Jack shuddered into her that last time and rolled onto his back so that she was able to collapse on top of him, Donovan turned her head to the side. She let the rain slide over her, the cool water mingling with her tears.
She felt his heart thudding like crazy beneath her. Heard his ragged breaths as his hands slid up to her waist. She inhaled his scent and felt an ache deep inside.
Then Donovan closed her eyes and pretended that Jack Simon was hers—that the future she’d always wanted was in fact real. That the man she loved, loved her back and that Cooper Simon and Derek McKenzie didn’t exist.
She drifted away in a sea of illusion.
Stupid and girlish maybe, but for the moment, it was all she had.
Chapter Eleven
