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As soon aswe pull up to the resort, Donovan and I are out of the car and racing toward the cabin. The rain is coming down harder now, but we’re already drenched. A little more won’t make a difference now.
We run past a few guests huddled around the back of one of the cabins, two soaked and angry employees who are arguing by the volleyball area, and another employee zooming by on a golf cart. Donovan doesn’t even look their way. He’s hell bent on making it to his cabin with zero interruptions.
He has the keys at the ready and the door open in seconds. He pulls me inside, locking the door behind us and flicking on the light.
I shiver under his gaze as he stares at me, his eyes working up my body. Starting with my legs and lingering on my breasts before settling on my face. His hands clench and relax at his side. My nipples tighten, pressing against the wet fabric, begging for his touch.
His hunger is almost palpable, even though I’m sure I look like a mess. Donovan, on the other hand, looks downright delicious in his see-through white dress shirt. It clings to every ridge, every muscle underneath. There’s water trailing from his hair, down his neck, and disappearing into the fabric.
I want to follow the drops with my tongue and lick every bit of the rain from his body.
I’m so entranced that I don’t notice Donovan moving until he’s directly in front of me. His hands gently grip my shoulders and he’s pushing me back into his room, not stopping until my legs hit the bed.
“Your dress is awfully wet. It’s dripping on my floor,” he tsks as he leans down, running his fingers up my thigh and under my dress. I tremble as his hand inches up every bit of exposed skin. He takes his sweet time pulling it up my body, over my head and tossing it on the floor. “That’s better.”
I give him a sly smile and reach behind me, running my fingers along the clasp of my bra. “That’s not the only thing that’s wet.”
With a wink, I unhook it, and let it dangle from my fingertips before I drop it to the floor.
Donovan’s eyes go wide, and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before clearing his throat. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
“You mean these?” I stroke my hand along the front of my black lace panties, fluttering my eyelashes and tugging my lower lip into my mouth.
He growls and slaps my hand away, pushing me down to the bed. Before I can utter a single complaint, Donovan has his hands on my knees and runs them up my thighs. He gives them a squeeze, hooking his fingers around the lacy material, pulling them down my legs, and tossing them on the floor with the rest of my soaked clothes.
Donovan’s eyes darken as he takes me in, forcing my legs to widen and exposing me completely to him. The way he looks at me, a little wild and enraptured, takes my breath away. I love that I can bring him to the edge, see him walk the line between controlled chaos and absolute frenzy. My core quivers and clenches, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. To have him absolutely consume me.
Without warning, he fastens his hands under my knees and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Donovan gives me one last heated look before pitching forward and burying his face in my pussy. He doesn’t take off his wet clothes; he doesn’t bother to brush the wet hair from his forehead. I’m his singular focus, and it’s like everything else has fallen away.
My head falls back, and I let out a low, guttural moan as his tongue assaults my clit. Working it back and forth, up and down, circling it, and varying the pressure with every stroke. I don’t know what’s coming next. There’s no rhythm, no pattern.
I’ve never been so worked up so fast in my life.
There’s a fire in my veins, spreading throughout my body, electrifying every cell, every nerve ending. I feel so fucking alive. Consumed.
I whimper and moan, my thighs quivering, and my back arching on the mattress as he continues his ministrations. My hands uncurl from the sheets below me, and I plunge them into his hair, grabbing on and ensuring his head stays buried between my legs.
Donovan growls and sucks my clit into his mouth, possibly sucking the soul from my body. My back bows off the bed, and I can’t help the scream that erupts from my mouth. My fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue works me with tight circles, increasing the pressure. I scream again and then whisper his name as my entire body quakes, and I’m transported to fucking heaven. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and I let out one more scream before my body goes limp.
Holy shit.
Fucking Donovan Fitzroy.
That damn mouth should be illegal.
He raises from between my legs, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. A slow smirk works its way across his face as he brings up his thumb and drags it across his bottom lip. With a wink, he sucks his thumb into his mouth and sucks off my essence.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Condom.” Donovan tilts his head to the nightstand. His intention is clear, but I don’t move a muscle. Not because I don’t want to, but because his fingers go to the front of his shirt and he slowly starts to undress. “Didn’t I tell you to do something?”
“I’m sorry.” I draw my bottom lip in my mouth, anything to keep my smile at bay. “I was enjoying the view.”
“At least I know how to distract you.”
“That thing you do with your tongue isn’t so bad either.”
He chuckles and repeats his motion to the nightstand. This time, I oblige, but only because I’m impatient to feel his cock sink into my needy pussy.
