CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
He gripped her hips hard. He hadn’t known he’d needed the words so very badly until he’d heard them.
“That’s some apology, Eva.”
“That’s an addendum to the apology. I’m sorry. I love you. Two separate statements,” she said. Her eyes were cloudy with tears.
“Don’t you dare cry. It’ll tear me up inside,” he warned her.
“Dammit. I never cry!” A tear escaped, and she swiped at it nervously. “Shit. Okay. I love you Donovan for everything that you are and everything that you see in me. And I don’t care if it is the whole planetary crossing or not. I’m all in.”
“I’m going to want marriage, Eva,” he warned. “Definitely a dog. Some kids.”
“That sounds pretty good to me. In time,” she clarified, laughing through the tears. “I promise I won’t lie to you again unless it’s about a surprise party or a Christmas present.”
“What about withholding? You seem to do that more often than outright lie.”
“I won’t do that either. Unless absolutely necessary for happy surprise purposes.”
He pinched her, and she laughed.
“Apology accepted,” he said, bringing his mouth to hers.
“You didn’t even try the garlic bread. That was supposed to be the clincher.”
“You’re the clincher, baby. We’ll eat later.”
He kissed her hard and let the fire spark to life inside them. She shifted against him, rocking into his hard-on, and he saw stars behind his eyes. When she breathed out that soft little moan against him, he knew love.
Holding her by the hips, he ground his cock against her.
“Please, Donovan. God, please.”
“All you have to do is ask, Eva.”
“Oh my God. Here? Please?” she breathed.
“Here first,” he said darkly. “Another fantasy.”
Her hands streaked under his shirt pushing it up his chest.
He grabbed the cotton behind his neck and dragged it off his head before diving down to capture her mouth. When she accepted the thrust of his tongue into her mouth, Donovan felt beyond possessive, beyond hungry.
He abandoned her lips only long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head.
She was wearing another one of those lacy lounge bras that drove him insane. So delicate, tempting him with what was visible beneath. “Jesus, woman. You drive me over the edge.”
“I haven’t even done anything. Yet,” she laughed, her voice low. She wiggled off his lap, and as he reached for her to bring her back, she dropped to her knees between his legs. His breath left him in a hiss when she worked the drawstring of his sweatpants loose.
There was already a wet dot visible at the front of his pants. This is what she did to him, made him want beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he rasped.
Eva’s gaze found his and held as she stripped him of his pants. He watched her as she eagerly gripped him by the root. “Go slow, baby,” he warned. But Eva didn’t listen. She never did.
Every muscle in his body tensed as her lips parted over his already wet crown. He fisted his hand in her hair, drawing a squeak from her when he pulled just a little too hard.
He wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come. All that existed was her hot little mouth on his cock. She worked him with hand and mouth, dragging him toward the edge faster than any fantasy.
“Shit. Eva, you need to stop.”
But still her lips flowed over him, tasting, sucking. He felt the release build in the tightening of his balls. “Eva!”
“Come for me, Donovan. Let me taste you,” she demanded before taking him to the back of her throat.
He came, shouting her name and pulling that red hair. Every muscle tensed with an orgasm that blazed through his system, lighting him on fire.
“Fuck. Baby, I told you to stop,” he admonished, his breath coming in gasps.
She released him from her mouth, a cocky smile playing on her lips. “Oops. Guess I didn’t hear you over all the prayers and you screaming my name.”
“If that was part of your apology, I can’t wait ’til you fuck up again,” Donovan said.
“How are you still hard after that?” Eva demanded, staring at his half-mast dick.
“Super power,” he said, not bothering to pull his pants back up. He liked the way she was eyeing him. “Now let me show you another of mine.”
He pulled her to her feet and shoved her leggings down with more enthusiasm than finesse. He lifted her from the waist and settled her ass on the dining room table, spreading her thighs wide.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed.
“Lay down,” he ordered her, shoving plates and dishes further down the table. “Lay down and spread yourself open.”
She honest-to-God whimpered as she complied, and he went from half hard to all the way on that breathy noise alone. He knelt on the floor and slid his hands under the sweet curves of her ass. “The things I’m going to do to you,” he murmured just before sliding his tongue through her folds.
Eva hissed. She was rainforest wet, slick and hot and ready for him. And she’d gotten that way by touching him, tasting him. He growled. Using his shoulders, he braced her knees apart so she was spread before him. Donovan lifted her higher so he could feed. He sampled her flesh, teasing and tasting. Using his tongue to make her writhe against him on the table.
He plunged into her, using shallow thrusts of his tongue to make her say his name over and over again. Then, when he felt her coiling around him, he sheathed two fingers into her and brushed his lips and tongue over that tight bundle of nerves.
Every muscle in her body tightened and froze. Her breath stilled as she went stiff as a board, and then those beautiful tremors exploded, closing around the fingers he crooked inside her.
“Yes, Eva. My beautiful girl.” He breathed the words against her, licking at her with measured strokes as she trembled beneath him.
He ached for her. His cock throbbed as if he hadn’t had an axis-shifting orgasm minutes ago. It was never enough. He always wanted more from her, with her.
She was loose and limp in front of him, a secret smile of satisfaction blooming on her beautiful face.
“Do you want more, Eva?” he asked, his voice gravelly with desire.
She opened those hazel eyes slowly, smiled lazily, and nodded.
“Tell me.” He stroked his palms over the smooth skin of her stomach.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to ride me here until we use each other up.” Her whispered confession had his head spinning.
He was wild when he stood, rough when he yanked her to him. She stared greedily at his cock splayed across her belly as he lowered himself to take her mouth with his.
“Donovan,” she moaned under his lips.
“I love it when you beg me, Eva. You’re better than every fantasy.” He stroked eager hands over the lush curves of her breasts, pausing to nuzzle at the peaks.
She bucked her hips against him. “I want you so much it hurts,” she confessed.
“Now you know how I’ve felt since I first saw you.”
Waiting was torture, but he wanted—needed—this to last. Fisting his erection he stroked, priming himself.
“Jesus, Cardona. Hurry the hell up,” Eva demanded, her voice ragged.
He couldn’t say no to that. Notching the broad head of his cock against her opening, he hinged forward to grip her chin. He wanted Eva to watch him take her. Watch what being inside her did to him.
With every ounce of control he had left, he eased into her until he was fully sheathed inside her. Their gazes connected, held, and Donovan swore he could see her thoughts. “You’re mine, Eva. You can’t feel this and question it.” It was truth, plain and simple. There would be a ring, and a home, a family, and a lifetime of nights just like this one.
She tightened around him, a velvet vice, as her body reacted to his words. “Donovan! I’m—” Her words cut off, and he felt her shatter around him, her orgasm taking them both by surprise. She bowed up as her body ran with the release. It nearly carried him with it, those tremors milking him as he stroked in and out of her. But he held on, gritting his teeth.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby.”
“I need you closer,” she murmured, reaching for him.
Donovan rested a knee on the table and leaned over her. The change in angle brought a gasp to her lips. Eva brought her hands to his face, her soft palms rubbing across the stubble on his jaw.
It was exquisite torture taking his time. She stared into him, her full lips parted as he began to move. Slowly, slowly, he eased out of her before sliding back in to the hilt. It wasn’t a race. They had a lifetime ahead of them. He stared down at her, this spectacular creature naked in the candlelight, her eyes glassy with desire.
She moved her hands to his shoulders and dug in with her fingernails. He liked it, that little bite of pain. It made him impossibly harder, and he knew when he came, he might die.
“Say the words, Eva.” He gritted out his demand.
“I love you, Donovan! I love you!” She chanted it over and over again. Every thrust. He couldn’t keep it slow, not with his orgasm building. He was getting rougher, and Eva liked it.
“I need you to come again, baby.”
“I don’t know if I—”
He shifted, slamming his cock into her. Her eyes glazed over.
“Oh, shit.”
Donovan braced himself on one hand and used his thumb to work her toward the edge as his balls tightened. “Come now.”
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, eyes wide. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His release erupted out of him. Grunting, he pushed into her and felt that wet vice close around him. She screamed, her nails tearing at his skin. He was grunting, thrusting, completely lost in the pleasure that burst like an inferno between them.
They used each other, riding out their orgasms until there was nothing but weak tremors left. Donovan’s knees buckled, but he didn’t want to leave her. So he dragged her to the floor with him. They lay on the rug, half under the table in a tangle of limbs and not-quite discarded clothing. Her hair spilled over his shoulder. His hand splayed between her breasts.
“Put that in your book,” he challenged, miming a mic drop.
She laughed. “I have a feeling I left an ass print on your table.”
“God, I hope so.” He traced a finger over the curve of her breast.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked, lacing her fingers with his.
“You’re probably the best apologizer I’ve ever seen in action. You could have stolen my truck and driven through half of the businesses on the square in town, and I’d still have forgiven you.”
Eva lolled her head to the side to look at him. “You know, if this is how you accept apologies, I can’t wait to have something new to apologize for.”