The Second Betrayal by Cheyenne McCray Page A

unpacked?" I leaned a little to the side to get a better view of the hallway. All I could see was one open doorway with a large four-poster bed covered with a chocolate-brown satin comforter and turquoise satin
    pillows. "Is she here?"
    Donovan placed his own bottle on the counter and moved close to me.
    He caught me off guard, but if he had been a criminal coming at me I would have had my Glock pressed against his
    forehead before he knew it. Or I would have taken him down to the floor in one smooth ju-jitsu move.
    But this was Donovan.
    Every bit of me went still. I couldn't step away from him for the life of me as he placed his hands on my hips. Was my heart pounding anymore? I wasn't sure at all as he brought our bodies so close my breasts almost touched his.
    The headiness that overcame me certainly wasn't from one Guinness. I could easily put away a six-pack during a
    party. Or the amount of beer I drank whenever the Red Sox played and I was sitting on my back balcony while my
    neighbors were on theirs, and we were all yelling at our televisions with every play made.
    Champagne—that was another story. Right now I felt like I'd had an entire bottle all to myself, my mind nearly
    spinning from his closeness.
    "You need to lie down." He skimmed his lips over my forehead and I shivered, desire speeding through me like a well-aimed shot with a handgun. "You're tired. It's in your eyes. In your voice. I bet you didn't get one damned bit of sleep last night."
    That was true, but having Donovan tuck me in wasn't going lead to rest—for now. That I could guarantee.
    His hand felt warm and firm, comforting as he led me to the hallway. He bypassed the first bedroom and took me into one that might have been a little larger, but I could barely concentrate. It was hard to pay attention to details with a big brass bed only five feet away. When we stood beside the bed, he brought me around to face him and cupped my
    cheeks with his warm palms and stroked them with his thumbs. My whole body was going to get all rubbery if he
    didn't stop.
    "Rest," he said and kissed the top of my head. "Now."
    I swallowed. "I think you and I have very different ideas about the best use for a bed."
    "No." Donovan's features grew taut, intense, as he pushed my hair away from my face. "Not one damned bit different at'all."

    CHAPTER SIX
    Where's my Glock?

    Donovan and I reached for each other at the same time and I groaned against his lips when they met mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me slow and gentle. I'd expected hard, fast, urgent.
    The kiss was breathtaking, and he was in complete control. I couldn't have changed his dominance at that moment if
    I'd tried.
    God, he tasted good. A familiar rumble rose in his chest, his sound of need making mine stronger than ever. Heat
    bolted from my belly button to the wetness between my thighs. I ached so much, I wanted to strip, climb him, wrap
    my thighs around his hips, and have him take me right where we stood. Forget slow and easy sex. I wanted him inside me now.
    His cock felt solid as he pressed it to my belly, his jeans rough through my thin blouse. I moaned again and wrapped my arms around his neck. His musky scent enveloped me, intoxicated me to the point my mind felt like it might really start spinning. Who needed champagne?
    Donovan moved his lips from mine to the side of my mouth before laying more soft kisses along my jawline. I started to say something—I'm not sure what—when he bit my nipple through the cotton blouse. I gasped then clenched my
    fists in his hair as he moved his mouth to my other breast and gave that nipple a soft bite, too.
    "Donovan." I almost stuttered his name as he licked and sucked my nipples until my blouse was wet where his mouth teased me. "I—"
    The strength he used when he pressed his fingers between my thighs caused me to cry out. I swear I could feel him
    already sliding his fingers through my slick folds even though I was wearing jeans.
    I