skin, and she wasn’t sure if she was melting or going up in flames. Hands shaking with desire, she fumbled with his belt until Donovan finally took over.
Then it was just hot skin and hands that seemed to know exactly where to touch, driving her insane and right to the very edge. Donovan’s mouth …
Oh, dear God, his mouth …
She arched against him, her hands searching forpurchase on the sheets as she realized the cries she heard were coming from her.
And then the wave she was on broke, her mind going blank as violent tremors shook her to her bones. She heard Donovan’s growl as his mouth found hers, and he ate the scream that came when he drove into her in one hot, thrilling thrust.
Her orgasm just went on and on, and she anchored herself to Donovan’s heaving torso as she rode out the waves of pleasure until she saw fireworks and the world went black.
CHAPTER FOUR
L ORELEI’S EYES WERE CLOSED , but she wasn’t sleeping. Even if he hadn’t slept next to her before he’d know; her breath didn’t have that deep, even quality of sleep. The cool sophisticate she’d been hours ago was gone. There were dark smudges under her eyes and a slight stubble burn around her mouth and jaw. That jet-black hair ran riot around her shoulders, the tangles sticking to her damp skin.
She looked earthy and sensual and far too tempting to be real.
But she was also uncharacteristically silent. Lorelei was not the quiet type, and while he really didn’t care for idle pillow talk, the fact she wasn’t saying anything at all bordered on unnerving. Lorelei
always
had something to say. About everything. But not right now. She faced him, but from her side of the king-size bed, leaving plenty of distance between them. So while there wasn’t exactly a wall running down the middle of his bed, there was a very respectable fence.
And it was probably electrified.
That realization kept his hands to himself when they itched to reach for her again. Instead, Donovan stacked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. In reality, the only thing more insane than hooking up with Loreleiwas hooking up with her twice. He’d known it, but he’d let his little head do all the thinking.
What was it about Lorelei that turned him into a teenage boy who’d never laid hands on a real woman before? The lack of self-control or higher brain function was just embarrassing even to think about. Wouldn’t
that
be a surprise to all those people who liked to write those “Most Eligible” articles that painted him as some sort of Creole Casanova?
“Something funny?” Lorelei’s voice was husky—probably a side effect of all that screaming—and he turned toward her to see that her eyes were open and watching him. “You’ve got a little smile on your face.”
“Why? Are you thinking you’re the one who put it there?”
Her lips twitched. “If it were anyone other than you … maybe.”
“
Now
who’s wearing a smile?”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.
That
was pretty damn amazing.”
The honesty of that purred statement floored him—figuratively speaking, at least. He was glad he was already lying down. Then Lorelei stretched, catlike, her back arching off the bed and drawing his eyes to her small but perfectly shaped breasts. The sensual movement caused his brain to short-circuit. Her skin seemed luminescent in the half light, the curves begging to be traced again. He knew how that skin felt under his hands, and how it would respond to his touch.
She laughed quietly. “I feel like I should thank you.”
That got his attention. He looked at her and grinned. “Well, you’re quite welcome,” he answered formally.
She shot him an exasperated look, but there was humor behind it, not irritation. “I
meant
for appeasing my curiosity.”
“And is it appeased?”
Lorelei stretched again—probably just to torture him—before collapsing back on to the bed with a sigh. “Definitely appeased.” She grinned and rolled to her side,
Then it was just hot skin and hands that seemed to know exactly where to touch, driving her insane and right to the very edge. Donovan’s mouth …
Oh, dear God, his mouth …
She arched against him, her hands searching forpurchase on the sheets as she realized the cries she heard were coming from her.
And then the wave she was on broke, her mind going blank as violent tremors shook her to her bones. She heard Donovan’s growl as his mouth found hers, and he ate the scream that came when he drove into her in one hot, thrilling thrust.
Her orgasm just went on and on, and she anchored herself to Donovan’s heaving torso as she rode out the waves of pleasure until she saw fireworks and the world went black.
CHAPTER FOUR
L ORELEI’S EYES WERE CLOSED , but she wasn’t sleeping. Even if he hadn’t slept next to her before he’d know; her breath didn’t have that deep, even quality of sleep. The cool sophisticate she’d been hours ago was gone. There were dark smudges under her eyes and a slight stubble burn around her mouth and jaw. That jet-black hair ran riot around her shoulders, the tangles sticking to her damp skin.
She looked earthy and sensual and far too tempting to be real.
But she was also uncharacteristically silent. Lorelei was not the quiet type, and while he really didn’t care for idle pillow talk, the fact she wasn’t saying anything at all bordered on unnerving. Lorelei
always
had something to say. About everything. But not right now. She faced him, but from her side of the king-size bed, leaving plenty of distance between them. So while there wasn’t exactly a wall running down the middle of his bed, there was a very respectable fence.
And it was probably electrified.
That realization kept his hands to himself when they itched to reach for her again. Instead, Donovan stacked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. In reality, the only thing more insane than hooking up with Loreleiwas hooking up with her twice. He’d known it, but he’d let his little head do all the thinking.
What was it about Lorelei that turned him into a teenage boy who’d never laid hands on a real woman before? The lack of self-control or higher brain function was just embarrassing even to think about. Wouldn’t
that
be a surprise to all those people who liked to write those “Most Eligible” articles that painted him as some sort of Creole Casanova?
“Something funny?” Lorelei’s voice was husky—probably a side effect of all that screaming—and he turned toward her to see that her eyes were open and watching him. “You’ve got a little smile on your face.”
“Why? Are you thinking you’re the one who put it there?”
Her lips twitched. “If it were anyone other than you … maybe.”
“
Now
who’s wearing a smile?”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.
That
was pretty damn amazing.”
The honesty of that purred statement floored him—figuratively speaking, at least. He was glad he was already lying down. Then Lorelei stretched, catlike, her back arching off the bed and drawing his eyes to her small but perfectly shaped breasts. The sensual movement caused his brain to short-circuit. Her skin seemed luminescent in the half light, the curves begging to be traced again. He knew how that skin felt under his hands, and how it would respond to his touch.
She laughed quietly. “I feel like I should thank you.”
That got his attention. He looked at her and grinned. “Well, you’re quite welcome,” he answered formally.
She shot him an exasperated look, but there was humor behind it, not irritation. “I
meant
for appeasing my curiosity.”
“And is it appeased?”
Lorelei stretched again—probably just to torture him—before collapsing back on to the bed with a sigh. “Definitely appeased.” She grinned and rolled to her side,
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