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fine with it.
No. Tonight is ours. And I want it to stay ours.
He laid her down on the leather, covered her with his body, her soft curves fitting
perfectly against him. Kissed her lips, her neck, pressing his mouth in the hollow of her
throat, licking the fast beat of her pulse. Then moving further down, cupping one full
breast in his palm, circling her nipple with his tongue.
She groaned softly, arching beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair.
But he didn t want soft sounds. She was here in his apartment, where they had
complete and utter privacy, and he wanted to hear her.
Donovan used his teeth, biting her nipple, hearing her soft cry, her body shuddering.
He licked the hard tip, soothing it. Tell me you like it, sweetheart, he murmured against
her skin. I want to know. Then he bit her again.
Oh, God, Van, she gasped, shivering. I & like it.
How much? He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
She gave another groan. So much & God & so good &
He licked her, a lazy teasing circle of his tongue. How good?
Victoria unwound one of her hands from his hair, took one of his, and shoved it
between her thighs. This good.
And it must have been very good indeed because she was wet against his fingers,
slick and hot and ready for him. He stroked her gently and she moaned, her hips lifting in
response.
The feel of her, the sounds she made, the scent of sex and flowers in the air around
them was too much. He couldn t wait.
Donovan slid an arm beneath her, spreading his hand in the small of her back, lifting
her hips. Then he pushed into her, hard and deep.
She gasped, her legs closing around his hips, arching beneath him. Her hands drifted
down his back, nails digging in, applying delicious pressure.
He raised himself on his forearms, looking down into her face. Into her eyes. They
weren t silver any more but dark charcoal, smoky with desire. And he got the feeling he
was staring into the heart of her, the essence of who she was. Passionate and sensual,
warm and giving.
He d never looked into the eyes of a lover before. Only with her.
And he found he couldn t look away now. The desperation began to fade, to be
replaced by something else he couldn t identify. Something deeper.
He moved, another thrust, her body so tight around him, he almost shook. Her hands
stroked his back, another scrape of her nails, her face alight with pleasure. More & , she
whispered.
He bent his head, kissed her, tasting sweetness, tasting Victoria. No one else knew
this about her. No one else knew how sweet she was. How hot. How tight and wet she
got. How giving she was. How passionate she could be.
His movements became slower. He wanted to keep doing this, keep moving inside
her, keeping the secret of her his and his alone.
Van & Her voice soft in his ear, her breath on his skin. That feels & so good.
Pleasure uncurled inside him, the pleasure of doing something that made her feel
good. The need to keep doing it, not for himself but for her, because he cared. He cared
so much. He moved his mouth to her jaw, her neck, kissing her, tasting the salty
sweetness of her skin, keeping his movements slow.
He had so many skills in the bedroom, long years of practice, but he d never
considered it anything to be proud of. Nothing about that period in his life made him
proud.
Yet now he was glad of it because it meant he could give her all the pleasure she
deserved. All the satisfaction.
Donovan slid his hands beneath her, tilting her hips, allowing him to slide even
deeper. She gave another moan, her head tipping back against the leather of the couch,
her throat a pale curve beneath him. He kissed her, moving faster now. Harder.
Oh & God & Victoria panted.
Her nails sunk into the muscles of his back, the sensual pain of it making his own
pleasure coil so tightly he could hardly stand it. But he held onto his control. Kept it firmly
in his grasp as he slid a hand between her thighs, brushed her clit with his thumb as he
gave one, hard thrust.
She cried out, convulsing around him, her nails digging in hard, her body arching.
And as he watched the climax light up her face, he finally let himself go. Giving
himself up to the pleasure, moving hard and fast until his own climax shot up his spine.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweetness of her as he closed his eyes and let
it take him.
*
Victoria lay on the sofa, pinned by the weight of Donovan s body. She didn t want to
move. Perhaps not ever. So she didn t, contenting herself with letting her hands stroke his
back instead, feeling the gentle flex and release of his muscles as he breathed.
After a long time, he finally shifted, his mouth brushing her neck, making her shiver.
Wait there, he murmured. I need to deal with the condom. I won t be long.
He moved off her and disappeared through the doorway.
Perhaps she should get dressed? She glanced over to where her gown lay on the floor,
along with her underwear, but didn t feel any inclination to put it on. No, all she felt was a
kind of lazy, sensual satiation. Like a cat enjoying the sun.
She rolled onto her side and her gaze fell to the coffee table, scattered with bits of
paper, including some building plans. Curious, she sat up and took a closer look.
They were plans for the docklands estate, marked and scribbled on with calculations
involving sums of money, initial expenditures, and profit projections. On other bits of
paper were sketches of buildings, gleaming glass curves and angles. One of a park and a
high-end-looking shopping strip. Another, of all things, looked like a museum.
She blinked. These were Donovan s.
At that moment, something soft was draped around her, a blanket. She looked up as
Donovan came to sit beside her. I thought you might be cold.
Very thoughtful. She pulled the soft material around her. What s this?
What s what?
She gestured to the coffee table. These plans. Looks like they re for the docklands.
He lifted a hand, ran his fingers through his black hair, a guarded look on his face.
Yeah. Just a few ideas I was playing around with. Nothing major.
Oh, come on. I thought we were over the it doesn t matter stuff?
Blue eyes met hers. And I thought we weren t going to talk business.
Technically we re not talking business. We re talking about your ideas. She smiled.
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fine with it.
No. Tonight is ours. And I want it to stay ours.
He laid her down on the leather, covered her with his body, her soft curves fitting
perfectly against him. Kissed her lips, her neck, pressing his mouth in the hollow of her
throat, licking the fast beat of her pulse. Then moving further down, cupping one full
breast in his palm, circling her nipple with his tongue.
She groaned softly, arching beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair.
But he didn t want soft sounds. She was here in his apartment, where they had
complete and utter privacy, and he wanted to hear her.
Donovan used his teeth, biting her nipple, hearing her soft cry, her body shuddering.
He licked the hard tip, soothing it. Tell me you like it, sweetheart, he murmured against
her skin. I want to know. Then he bit her again.
Oh, God, Van, she gasped, shivering. I & like it.
How much? He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
She gave another groan. So much & God & so good &
He licked her, a lazy teasing circle of his tongue. How good?
Victoria unwound one of her hands from his hair, took one of his, and shoved it
between her thighs. This good.
And it must have been very good indeed because she was wet against his fingers,
slick and hot and ready for him. He stroked her gently and she moaned, her hips lifting in
response.
The feel of her, the sounds she made, the scent of sex and flowers in the air around
them was too much. He couldn t wait.
Donovan slid an arm beneath her, spreading his hand in the small of her back, lifting
her hips. Then he pushed into her, hard and deep.
She gasped, her legs closing around his hips, arching beneath him. Her hands drifted
down his back, nails digging in, applying delicious pressure.
He raised himself on his forearms, looking down into her face. Into her eyes. They
weren t silver any more but dark charcoal, smoky with desire. And he got the feeling he
was staring into the heart of her, the essence of who she was. Passionate and sensual,
warm and giving.
He d never looked into the eyes of a lover before. Only with her.
And he found he couldn t look away now. The desperation began to fade, to be
replaced by something else he couldn t identify. Something deeper.
He moved, another thrust, her body so tight around him, he almost shook. Her hands
stroked his back, another scrape of her nails, her face alight with pleasure. More & , she
whispered.
He bent his head, kissed her, tasting sweetness, tasting Victoria. No one else knew
this about her. No one else knew how sweet she was. How hot. How tight and wet she
got. How giving she was. How passionate she could be.
His movements became slower. He wanted to keep doing this, keep moving inside
her, keeping the secret of her his and his alone.
Van & Her voice soft in his ear, her breath on his skin. That feels & so good.
Pleasure uncurled inside him, the pleasure of doing something that made her feel
good. The need to keep doing it, not for himself but for her, because he cared. He cared
so much. He moved his mouth to her jaw, her neck, kissing her, tasting the salty
sweetness of her skin, keeping his movements slow.
He had so many skills in the bedroom, long years of practice, but he d never
considered it anything to be proud of. Nothing about that period in his life made him
proud.
Yet now he was glad of it because it meant he could give her all the pleasure she
deserved. All the satisfaction.
Donovan slid his hands beneath her, tilting her hips, allowing him to slide even
deeper. She gave another moan, her head tipping back against the leather of the couch,
her throat a pale curve beneath him. He kissed her, moving faster now. Harder.
Oh & God & Victoria panted.
Her nails sunk into the muscles of his back, the sensual pain of it making his own
pleasure coil so tightly he could hardly stand it. But he held onto his control. Kept it firmly
in his grasp as he slid a hand between her thighs, brushed her clit with his thumb as he
gave one, hard thrust.
She cried out, convulsing around him, her nails digging in hard, her body arching.
And as he watched the climax light up her face, he finally let himself go. Giving
himself up to the pleasure, moving hard and fast until his own climax shot up his spine.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweetness of her as he closed his eyes and let
it take him.
*
Victoria lay on the sofa, pinned by the weight of Donovan s body. She didn t want to
move. Perhaps not ever. So she didn t, contenting herself with letting her hands stroke his
back instead, feeling the gentle flex and release of his muscles as he breathed.
After a long time, he finally shifted, his mouth brushing her neck, making her shiver.
Wait there, he murmured. I need to deal with the condom. I won t be long.
He moved off her and disappeared through the doorway.
Perhaps she should get dressed? She glanced over to where her gown lay on the floor,
along with her underwear, but didn t feel any inclination to put it on. No, all she felt was a
kind of lazy, sensual satiation. Like a cat enjoying the sun.
She rolled onto her side and her gaze fell to the coffee table, scattered with bits of
paper, including some building plans. Curious, she sat up and took a closer look.
They were plans for the docklands estate, marked and scribbled on with calculations
involving sums of money, initial expenditures, and profit projections. On other bits of
paper were sketches of buildings, gleaming glass curves and angles. One of a park and a
high-end-looking shopping strip. Another, of all things, looked like a museum.
She blinked. These were Donovan s.
At that moment, something soft was draped around her, a blanket. She looked up as
Donovan came to sit beside her. I thought you might be cold.
Very thoughtful. She pulled the soft material around her. What s this?
What s what?
She gestured to the coffee table. These plans. Looks like they re for the docklands.
He lifted a hand, ran his fingers through his black hair, a guarded look on his face.
Yeah. Just a few ideas I was playing around with. Nothing major.
Oh, come on. I thought we were over the it doesn t matter stuff?
Blue eyes met hers. And I thought we weren t going to talk business.
Technically we re not talking business. We re talking about your ideas. She smiled.
Show me, Van. I d really like to see. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]