The Second Betrayal by Cheyenne McCray Page B

clenched Donovan's shoulders as I tipped my head back while he rubbed his cock against my belly and stroked his
    fingers between my thighs. Did I smell my own musk even though my clothes were still on?
    The buttons on my shirt felt slippery as I fumbled with them, trying to hurry and get it off. Donovan wasn't any help as he nuzzled my neck and made me gasp and cry out at every one of his erotic touches, which caused my fingers to
    fumble even more.
    Had to breathe. Had to get my shirt off. Had to get Donovan inside me.
    It took too long as far as I was concerned, but I finally unbuttoned my blouse all the way. Now how was I going to get my bra off without him letting go of me? I really had to make sure I was always wearing one of my front-clasp bras.
    Donovan made low growling noises while I shrugged off my blouse then tried to bring my breathing to a normal level
    as I squirmed in his arms. He moved his fingers to the back clasp of my bra and then I was flinging it across the room.
    His palms were flat on my back as I met his gaze. Both amusement and dark desire was in his eyes.
    "Payback, Donovan," I said, my voice husky, as I reached between us and grasped the hard ridge of his cock, so big and long against his jeans.
    "You've always liked to live dangerously." He narrowed his gaze as he grabbed my ass again. I gripped his shoulders as he carried me to the bed.
    Yeah, with Donovan the more dangerous, the better.
    The mattress barely gave when he laid me on my back on the soft comforter, but it dipped from his weight when he
    got on. He moved between my thighs, which he pushed as far apart as he could.
    "If you haven't noticed, we still have our clothes on." I reached for the fly of his jeans, but he pushed my hands away.
    He lowered himself so that his palms were braced on the bed, his shirt almost brushing my nipples, while he captured my gaze. "You have the most beautiful green eyes." He bent to brush his lips over my cheek. "I love seeing how they look when you're aroused."
    Something hot exploded in my chest and I caught my breath because of the way he was looking at me.
    Donovan kissed me again.
    Exit rational thought.
    When he took my mouth with such slow and deliberate dominance, I gave in to every sensation I was experiencing.
    Just feeling and going with what my body wanted.
    He moved his mouth to my nipples again, licking and sucking, and biting. Each moan and cry I made came out with
    such unexpected force that my voice seemed to bounce off the bedroom's walls as the sounds reverberated through my
    body.
    Wonder if the neighbors could hear?
    Forget that. Who could give a damn when having sex with Donovan?
    A shudder ran through me as Donovan licked my nipple with a long stroke. "I've always loved your breasts," he murmured between flicks of his tongue. "The salty taste of your skin."
    Donovan moved lower and unbuttoned my jeans. Every word he said sent pulsing sensations through my body, and all
    I could do was fall into what he was doing to me.
    He pulled my socks off before he tugged down my jeans along with my panties. He dragged them past my hips to my
    knees, and then my jeans fell to my ankles as he pushed my thighs apart. I squirmed and kicked my jeans the rest of the way off as he took a deep, audible breath.
    "God, but I love your scent and tasting you here." He plunged two fingers into my core at the same time he buried his face in my folds.
    I gasped then cried out as his long fingers found my G-spot and almost sent me off the edge with his first stroke. His stubble scraped my skin between my thighs, the feeling rough and erotic. He licked my clit and thrust his fingers in and out of my core. Then he pressed hard against my G-spot at the same time he sucked hard on my clit.
    My body burned as if fire rushed over my skin the instant I climaxed. I fisted the comforter with my hands as my
    orgasm flamed hotter and hotter. So hot. God, so wild and hot. I arched my back, feeling like I was going to