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Donovan lets his hands—the ones that were just all over me—drop back to his sides, but otherwise doesn’t move. He’s searching my horrified face and then one side of his mouth tips up in a half smile that looks way better than it should. And of course, it pisses me off. Especially with the sting of rejection so fresh.
Who the hell does he think he is?
But when I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of him and his sexy half smile, he cuts me off.
“Did you just kiss me?”
“You…I…” I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Just forget it. Too much wine.”
Before I can so much as blink, he’s in front of me, lifting my jaw and forcing me to meet his eyes.
“I can’t just forget it, Violet. I’ve been dreaming of kissing you again for a fucking decade. Trust me, I’ve tried to move on from you. I’ve tried to forget how soft your lips are. How responsive you are to my touch. How nicely you moan when I trail my lips down the length of your neck. How damn close I was to sinking into your tight virgin cunt and losing myself in you. So no, Violet, I can’t just fucking forget.” His thumb strokes along my bottom lip and it trembles in its wake. “You stole what was mine to take.”
His fingers tighten around my chin as his lips crash to mine. This kiss isn’t soft or gentle. It’s aggressive and brutal. A meeting of gnashing teeth and frenzied tongues. It’s a kiss fueled with ten years worth of hatred and desire. The embodiment of both longing and loathing.
I moan and whimper, grabbing onto the front of his dress shirt and molding myself to his muscular chest and abs. He walks me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, and doesn’t stop until my back hits the handrail at the end of the deck.
Donovan’s chest rumbles, his fingers lacing in my hair and tugging my head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he fucks it like a man unhinged. He’s aggressive, unyielding, and all-consuming, forcing me to cling to his shoulders while he fucking wrecks me.
It’s like he can’t get close enough. Kiss me deep enough. It’s like I’m the air he so desperately needs to survive.
My legs weaken and my pulse races as he moves against me. Grinding his impressive cock to my core. I want it inside me, and I’m not sure how long I can stop myself from dropping to my knees and taking it out of his pants. To worship him with my mouth. Suck him until he paints the back of my throat with his cum. Truly make him lose control.
I’m so distracted by him and his pelvic sorcery, I don’t realize it had started to rain until the soft drops splatter against my forehead and roll down my cheeks. Its dampness soaks my dress and clings to my skin, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Despite the downpour, his hands are frantic as he explores my body. Gripping. Pulling. Caressing. He’s both rough, unrelenting, and I can’t get enough. It’s like he can’t touch me fast enough, hard enough. Like he needs to rediscover every inch of me.
And I’m just as desperate, clawing at his back like an animal, rubbing my body along the hard planes of his and meeting every fevered stroke of his tongue with my own.
With a grunt, he breaks the kiss and trails his lips across my jaw and down the length of my neck, licking and biting along the way. I whimper and moan, digging my hands into his hair and holding him to me. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes and letting the rain wash over me. Washing away all my anger and resentment. My bitterness and the sins of our past. This is our fresh start. I only hope that neither one of us wastes it. We’ve let enough time pass us by.
“You know it’s raining,” he mumbles into my skin.
I run my hands over his shoulders and down the back of his now-soaked and see-through dress shirt. “I’ve noticed.”
“We should probably head back to the cabin. I bet Bill and Carol are inside cheering us on, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” He nips at my neck and pulls away, a smirk on his face. “There are things I’d like to do to you I don’t want an audience for.”
“Does that mean no more running?” I keep my voice steady even though my heart is hammering, and I’m nervous as hell he’s going to say no.
It’s not like I’m asking him to marry me or spend the rest of our lives together. I’m leaving at the end of the week so I’m only asking for a short affair.
“I’m not strong enough to say no to you twice.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“It doesn’t.” He frowns and crosses his arms. “In fact, mention it again, and I will find creative ways to punish you for every man you let touch your body.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I may add to my numbers just to see what you’ll do.”
“Violet.”
“Donny.”
“Get in the fucking car.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Violet
