what he’d asked. “I’m sorry—what?”
“The situation is awkward and disturbing. I asked which part.”
Was it her imagination, or was Donovan’s voice lower and huskier than normal? The embers that had smoldered in her belly for nearly a week flared to life, the sounds and the scents around her kindling a feeling that her body remembered even if her mind didn’t.
And she wanted to know.
Don’t make this even worse
.
But her legs felt wobbly and weak, and her hand was already reaching for him. She was setting herself up for disaster, but the draw was almost too painful to fight. Her hand landed on his chest, and she could feel the rapid beat of his heart under her palm and the jump of the muscle under the skin. Donovan wasn’t immune to her, and that knowledge gave her the courage to meet his eyes. What she saw there nearly took her breath away, and the heat that flooded her had nothing to do with the weather.
“Lorelei …”
It was now or never. If she walked away now she’d regret it. But this was a huge risk; if Donovan turned her down, her humiliation would be everlasting.
Rising up on her toes until only inches separated them, she dug deep and let the ache inside her force the words out. “I want to know.”
She felt the shock ripple through his body as she closed the space and let her lips meet his.
There was a pause, then everything exploded.
The sensations hit her with the force of a hurricane, cancelling out her higher brain functions. The feel and taste of Donovan was both new and familiar at the sametime, giving reality to what had only been a vague craving before.
His mouth was hot and demanding, each stroke of his tongue licking her like fire and sending the sensation searing through her entire body. The solid bulk of his chest pressed against hers, anchoring her to the brick wall at her back and trapping her in a cage of warm male flesh.
It was divine.
She felt a tug on her hair and let her head fall back, allowing Donovan to press hot kisses down her neck to the sensitive skin at her collarbone. She arched against him, getting contact from breast to knee, and his hands wrapped around her waist to hold her there.
This
was what she’d been trying to remember.
This
was what her body knew, what her skin had been trying to tell her about. Memories of the sensations butted at her brain, allowing her to savor the anticipation of the next touch, the next taste, while somehow knowing how good it would be at the same time.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers. She melted under the onslaught.
“Lorelei …”
The sound of her name, whispered huskily next to her ear, sent goose bumps over her skin, but she heard the reluctant
this isn’t a good idea
echoing underneath.
“I know.” She could force herself
not
to think about all the reasons why this was a really bad idea, but they were still on a public street, only a block from the restaurant, and the shadows and the hibiscus blooms were far from the adequate privacy needed. She pressed a kiss against his neck, tasted the salt and felt the thrumming of his pulse under her lips. “I just don’t—” The words were stopped as she gave in to the urge for another taste. She tightened her fingers around the collar of his jacket, unwillingto let this moment, this feeling go. “My house is seven blocks from here.”
She felt Donovan smile against her temple as his hands splayed across the small of her back to pull her even closer. “Mine’s four.”
Her decision had been made the moment she touched him, but when he didn’t move, she realized Donovan must be waiting for a response. “Sounds good.”
The feel of Lorelei pressed against him was mind-scrambling, and the orders from his brain to his feet seemed to be getting lost.
Rationally, he knew this shouldn’t be happening, but somehow it felt inevitable, as well. He hadn’t followed her with this intent, but now he didn’t know why he
“The situation is awkward and disturbing. I asked which part.”
Was it her imagination, or was Donovan’s voice lower and huskier than normal? The embers that had smoldered in her belly for nearly a week flared to life, the sounds and the scents around her kindling a feeling that her body remembered even if her mind didn’t.
And she wanted to know.
Don’t make this even worse
.
But her legs felt wobbly and weak, and her hand was already reaching for him. She was setting herself up for disaster, but the draw was almost too painful to fight. Her hand landed on his chest, and she could feel the rapid beat of his heart under her palm and the jump of the muscle under the skin. Donovan wasn’t immune to her, and that knowledge gave her the courage to meet his eyes. What she saw there nearly took her breath away, and the heat that flooded her had nothing to do with the weather.
“Lorelei …”
It was now or never. If she walked away now she’d regret it. But this was a huge risk; if Donovan turned her down, her humiliation would be everlasting.
Rising up on her toes until only inches separated them, she dug deep and let the ache inside her force the words out. “I want to know.”
She felt the shock ripple through his body as she closed the space and let her lips meet his.
There was a pause, then everything exploded.
The sensations hit her with the force of a hurricane, cancelling out her higher brain functions. The feel and taste of Donovan was both new and familiar at the sametime, giving reality to what had only been a vague craving before.
His mouth was hot and demanding, each stroke of his tongue licking her like fire and sending the sensation searing through her entire body. The solid bulk of his chest pressed against hers, anchoring her to the brick wall at her back and trapping her in a cage of warm male flesh.
It was divine.
She felt a tug on her hair and let her head fall back, allowing Donovan to press hot kisses down her neck to the sensitive skin at her collarbone. She arched against him, getting contact from breast to knee, and his hands wrapped around her waist to hold her there.
This
was what she’d been trying to remember.
This
was what her body knew, what her skin had been trying to tell her about. Memories of the sensations butted at her brain, allowing her to savor the anticipation of the next touch, the next taste, while somehow knowing how good it would be at the same time.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers. She melted under the onslaught.
“Lorelei …”
The sound of her name, whispered huskily next to her ear, sent goose bumps over her skin, but she heard the reluctant
this isn’t a good idea
echoing underneath.
“I know.” She could force herself
not
to think about all the reasons why this was a really bad idea, but they were still on a public street, only a block from the restaurant, and the shadows and the hibiscus blooms were far from the adequate privacy needed. She pressed a kiss against his neck, tasted the salt and felt the thrumming of his pulse under her lips. “I just don’t—” The words were stopped as she gave in to the urge for another taste. She tightened her fingers around the collar of his jacket, unwillingto let this moment, this feeling go. “My house is seven blocks from here.”
She felt Donovan smile against her temple as his hands splayed across the small of her back to pull her even closer. “Mine’s four.”
Her decision had been made the moment she touched him, but when he didn’t move, she realized Donovan must be waiting for a response. “Sounds good.”
The feel of Lorelei pressed against him was mind-scrambling, and the orders from his brain to his feet seemed to be getting lost.
Rationally, he knew this shouldn’t be happening, but somehow it felt inevitable, as well. He hadn’t followed her with this intent, but now he didn’t know why he
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