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But I didn’t care. She was in my blood, and I needed to have her.
I’d already fallen headfirst over the cliff. There was no going back now.
CHAPTERTWENTY
TESS
“You’ve gotten a lot better at that,” I murmured as I came down from my orgasm high. Andwhew, what a high it was. It’d been a minute since a man’s touch had made the earth move like that.
Donal laughed, smoothing his hands down my back as I sagged limply against his chest. “Shit, I hope so. I didn’t even know what a G-spot was the last time we did that.”
“You certainly know what it is now.” I lifted my head, and a smile curved his lips as he reached up to brush my hair off my face.
There was something so incredibly tender about the gesture—not to mention the way he was looking at me. It caused something to burst in my chest, warming me from the inside out. The feeling was so strong it left me unsettled.
I’d given myself permission to have sex with Donal, but that didn’t mean I’d sanctioned losing my head over the man—especially not this quickly. Sex was one thing, but feelings this intense could lead to trouble if I wasn’t careful.
I couldn’t let myself get into a position where Ineededhim. That way lay disappointment and heartbreak. I’d have to be careful not to get too carried away.
He kissed my temple, my forehead, and my cheek, lingering gently at each spot with more of that disorienting tenderness. When he finally touched his lips to the corner of my mouth, it was more than I could bear. We needed to get this train back on the proper tracks.
Turning my head, I captured his mouth roughly and stroked my tongue deep inside until I felt his breaths grow staccato with hunger. Only then did I pull back to look at him, my lips curving in a seductive taunt. “I can’t wait to find out what else you’ve gotten better at.”
“Bedroom?” he proposed, and I eagerly nodded my agreement.
As much as I’d enjoyed that incredible orgasm he’d given me, his kitchen counter wasn’t the most comfortable place to conduct the rest of our sexual explorations. Once upon a time I might not have minded prolonged periods of sitting on hard surfaces, but these days I had a deeper appreciation for comfortable furniture and proper back support.
Donal plucked me from the counter and set me on my feet, kissing me once more before taking me by the hand and leading me into his bedroom.
“You’re a slob,” I said as I took in his unmade bed and the clothes strewn on the floor. “How shocking.”
Aside from the mess, it featured the same sad sparseness as the rest of the apartment. The main difference was that it smelled like him in here, like his shampoo and the laundry detergent he used, mixed with the unmistakable scent of his skin.
“A single man’s bedroom is his sanctuary that should be a place free from judgment and why are you still wearing clothes?” He pulled me into his arms with arousing possessiveness and lowered his mouth to mine, lavishing me with deep, devouring kisses.
My lashes fluttered as his lips traveled down my throat, and he tugged the thin strap of my dress aside to mouth a wet trail across the top of my shoulder. His other hand palmed my breast, and I moaned as his fingers dipped inside the low neckline and found their way to my nipple.
“Off,” he growled, extracting his hand to grab a fistful of my skirt and yank it up.
I helped him ease the maxi dress over my head, tossing it to the floor behind me.
Donal’s eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of me standing naked before him, and he made a rough noise in the back of his throat as he bent to lavish my breasts with kisses.
“Your turn.” Impatiently, I shoved his T-shirt up, and we parted long enough for him to drag it over his head.
Confronted with the sight of his bare torso for the first time, I sucked in a breath and literally licked my lips.
“How?” My fingers skimmed over the taut skin of his shoulders and down through the scattering of hair on his firm chest to his unreasonably flat stomach. “How do you still look this good? Do you have an enchanted portrait hidden in your closet?”
He grunted, yanking me flush against him, and dipped his mouth to my breasts again. “I spend a lot of time working off stress in the gym.”
I didn’t like the idea of him dealing with that much stress, but I certainly couldn’t complain about the resultant state of his physique. My hands continued their appreciative wanderings as his breath heated my already feverish skin.
He guided me to the bed, and I lay back as he knelt over me. Our mouths fused in a greedy kiss, and his forearm depressed the mattress next to my head as his knee pushed between my legs.
Pulling his head back, he aimed his heated gaze at my body, intensifying the ache between my legs as his thumb circled my hard nipple. “I love the way your flush goes all the way down.”
It was too much, the way he was looking at me. When his fingertips skimmed worshipfully over my stomach, I shuddered beneath him, overwhelmed by an unexpected surge of emotion. This pull between us was stronger than anything I’d experienced before—a force beyond my control, wild and unremitting.
