Intimate Seduction - Brenda Jackson [48]
He flashed a wicked grin that held no remorse. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m accepting no apologies. You’re going to pay.”
The look he gave her was one of incredulity. “With more torture?”
She smiled sweetly. “I’ll let you decide. Now hand me a condom, please.”
Shifting slightly, he reached over into the nightstand and pulled out a condom packet and ripped it open with his teeth. He handed the condom to her before tossing the opened foil packet to join the others littering the floor.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” she said, grinning. “I’m sure your housekeeper thinks you’re a slob.”
Donovan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Then I’m going to have to convince her otherwise,” he said, trying to retain his composure as he watched her sheath his erection and noted how fascinated she seemed with the entire process. That wouldn’t be so bad if the hands touching his shaft weren’t so warm. They reminded him of the warmth of her mouth on him.
“There.” Finished with the task, she then eased her body in place over his and centered her feminine mound right over the head of his engorged member.
“That’s right, sweetheart, take me on home,” he said in a tormented breath. “Lead me right inside of you.”
“Um, what if I say that I don’t want to?”
He arched a brow. “Then I would say you’ve got to be kidding.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. “No, I’m not kidding,” she said, while deliberating easing the lower part of her body down a little so that her feminine mound could lightly brush against his shaft. He sucked in a deep breath at the fleeting contact.
“What’s the matter, Donovan? Can’t you handle it? Can’t you handle me?”
For the first time in his life, Donovan actually wondered if perhaps there was a woman he couldn’t handle, and he was flat on his back staring up at her. The thought of that was absurd, ludicrous at best. But then, he was the one who seemed to be suffering, and she appeared to be having the time of her life increasing his misery.
Donovan inwardly sighed. His mama always told him you could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and he was willing to put it to the test. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck. “Are you sure you want to keep agonizing me?” he asked, lifting his head up to lick the corners of her mouth with his tongue. He then used that same tongue to trace the outline of her lips and watched the simmering fire he was igniting in her gaze.
He took a breast into his hand, fondled the nipple with his fingertips. He sensed the moment when passion instead of punishment took over her mind. Now it was time to put the icing on the cake by seducing her with words of what he wanted to do to her and how he intended to do it. He spoke deliberately low but made sure he could be heard as well as understood. He was explicit, described everything in detail, every single position, giving her an unscripted idea of just what his plans were for her. His words were breaking through. He could tell by the darkening of her eyes and the unsteady sound of her breathing. He could also tell by her feminine scent. His words had lubricated her even more.
She tipped her head back and stared at him, and he wondered if she realized that her lower body had inched down a little, and that the blunt head of his shaft had penetrated her somewhat. It was inching forward, stretching her again to make the intimate connection possible.
He continued talking, making promises, while their bodies connected. But that didn’t stop him from cupping her backside in his hand to hold her in place, or locking his leg around her just in case she had a change of heart. Their bodies were now locked, and he didn’t intend on letting her go anywhere. With that thought in his mind, he lifted his hips off the bed to fill her even more.
Now it was time to deliver on all those promises he’d made.
Before she had time to react, he thrust in hard, almost retreated and then thrust in hard again. In response she moved her body to the rhythm he’d set, riding him as hard as he needed to be ridden. Never