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Sasha’s smile was as bright as the chandelier overhead. “And speak of the devil,” she said over her shoulder to Zak and Anna. “Here’s mine come to tempt me away.”
He growled low in his throat, pulled her in tight against him, and fastened his lips to hers.
“Oh, get a room, you too,” Anna said playfully.
Donovan glanced over his woman’s shoulder at their group of friends, then focused in on Sasha’s mouth again. “Okay.” He grabbed her hand, and she laughed as he pulled her toward the door.
“Hey, Van!” Ash called after him. “Don’t forget the other thing we have to do tonight.”
“Yeah, give me a couple hours,” he called back.
Zak snorted. “That’s optimistic, pal. You’ve been in the hospital for months. It’ll only take a couple minutes.”
Donovan flipped him the bird.
Sasha giggled all the way up to the room—the same room, she noticed, as their first night together. Her devil never missed a single detail.
As soon as they stepped inside, Donovan dropped his cane and pulled her body flush against his, running his hands along her curves. His fingertips sent a shiver up her spine as he lowered his lips to hers again, exploring her mouth with an urgent need. The heat of his body seemed to envelop her, and she could feel the intensity of his desire, like an electric current running through them both. He cupped her face with both hands and nibbled lightly on her chin, then her neck as his expert fingers worked the laces on the back of her gown.
He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
And, God knew, she wanted him.
But she hesitated and pushed gently against his chest until he pulled back. These past few months had been a terrifying touch-and-go as the doctors worked to mitigate the damage he’d done to his head. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“More than okay.” His eyes crinkled in amusement, and he kissed the tip of her nose as he slid one side of her dress off her shoulder. “I had an appointment this afternoon and got the all-clear for sex. That’s why I was late getting here.”
He slid the other strap off her shoulder, and the dress fell to her waist, her breasts spilling out. He cupped one in his hand, plumping the nipple with the rasp of his thumb. With a male sound of appreciation, he leaned down and licked it, then sucked it into his mouth. The hot suction shot sparks of pleasure directly to her core, and she had to bite her lip in order to keep from moaning out loud.
She had never felt like this with anyone before. His every touch lit her body on fire, and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life burning for him. She ran her hand through his hair, feeling the scar of his surgery under her fingers.
God, she almost lost him.
If not for a smokejumper noticing them by the river and calling in a rescue team, she would have. What she thought was just a shrapnel wound had, in fact, been a fractured skull. He’d come close to dying several times that first night. As the fire raged through town, she sat beside him in the ICU of a Sacramento hospital, holding his hand and urging him to fight. The first time his blood pressure crashed, she realized she was an idiot for pushing him away. The second time, she promised she’d never push him away again if he’d just live through the night.
Now, three months later, she had every intention of keeping that promise. She pulled him closer to her chest, moaning softly, encouraging him to suck harder. His possessive grasp tightened on her hips, and he backed her toward the bed, laying her down.
“Do you want my mouth, angel?” As he spoke, his lips moved lower, trailing blazing kisses down her stomach. “Or my fingers?” His hands followed his mouth, caressing her thighs and then stripping off her thong.
She gasped as he nudged her legs apart with his shoulders and dragged his tongue along her slit. Her core ached, and her entire body tensed as the orgasm built to a peak.
Donovan alternated using his tongue and his fingers, teasing her and making her want more but pulling back just as she trembled at the precipice. She moaned, desperate for him to fill her. Fingers, tongue, cock—she didn’t care as long as he stroked the ache inside her. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him closer. His low chuckle zinged pleasure straight up through her core, and she bucked against his tongue.
Suddenly, he surged up over her, propping himself on his arms as he stared into her eyes. “No, I know what you really want. My cock inside you, pumping until you scream.”
Anticipation made her tremble. “Yes.”
“My naughty angel.” His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging ever so slightly as he leaned in to capture her lips. His kiss devoured her, his tongue exploring with a hunger that had her gasping. She could taste herself on his lips, and it was exhilarating.
Donovan growled low in his throat and broke the kiss, taking his cock in hand. He teased the flared head through her wetness before sinking into her, pressing her into the bed, taking possession of every inch of her skin.
He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his hands still tangled in her hair as he stared into her eyes. His gaze was so intense, so possessive, and she loved it. The air seemed to stand still between them when they were this close, and she could feel with every cell of her body how much he wanted her.
How much he loved her.
Her back arched, and her legs quivered as the tension built inside her. His hips moved faster, driving her closer to the edge, and a moan escaped her lips as the sensations reached their peak. She hung there, suspended for an endless moment, then the cascade of pleasure took her over.
When she came back, she found him still pumping into her, his movements growing more ragged with each thrust. He tucked his arms under her and pulled her tight against him as if he couldn’t get close enough. His body trembled before finally, with one last thrust, he groaned and released, burying his face in her hair.
