Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2)(85)

Unbelievably, but yes.

“My grandmother.”

“Nice lady.”

“Not really.”

Ben nodded like he understood. Probably did.

“Benton,” Ruby called, tightening her jacket around her as she stalked toward the fire. “Get in your tent. It’s lights out.”

Sofie stirred, lifting her head and blinking out of sleep. How she’d been able to sleep soundly on his thigh, her hip on the hard log they shared, was beyond him. She must’ve been really exhausted.

“We have to be up bright and early tomorrow morning,” Ruby told Ben. She threw a smile over her shoulder at Donovan before walking her charge to his tent.

“How long was I out?” Sofie asked, yawning and pushing herself up.

It’d been an eternity since he’d had a warm, sleepy woman in his arms. Come to think of it, had he ever had a warm, sleepy woman in his arms before Scampi? He didn’t think so.

“Your lap is comfy.” She rolled one shoulder. “This log, not so much.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” He liked the sound of that way too much.

Round eyes met his. “Won’t it look bad if you and I sleep in the same room?”

“Sweetheart, these kids have seen worse than—” He didn’t finish. Because the next words that came to mind were, a couple sharing a bed.

She didn’t ask him to expound. “Good point.” Leaning in, she brushed his face with her lips and whispered, “Put me to bed, Donny.”

Damn, but he did think of them as a couple.

Damn.





Donovan’s hips came off the bed, fingers winding into Sofie’s hair as he thrust deep into her mouth. She took him, every inch of him, reveling in the way he was losing control under her ministrations.

When she swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and increased suction, he tugged her head gently. Then commanded her not so gently.

“Get your ass up here.”

She let him loose and licked her lips. Donovan hauled her up his body. Before she had a chance to straddle him, he rolled her to her back, parted her legs, and slammed inside her.

Her head went back, her mouth dropping open.

“Hard and fast,” she said before he could ask.

“That’s my girl.” Weaving her fingers with his, he pushed one of her hands onto the pillow over her head and pounded into her again. Her feet came up, cupped his ass, and pulled him deeper.

“Donny, God.”

“I’ll take that title.” The words burst from between labored breaths as he continued pumping his hips and driving her out of her mind.

Somehow, she managed a laugh. Maybe because she needed one. She wanted to let go of the stress of the charity dinner, of the fact that tomorrow night would be the last night she was here. Because after…

She refused to think about what happened after.

He bent his head and kissed her, increasing his speed, the friction of his chest hair hardening her nipples.

“Scampi.”

“Harder,” she gasped, clawing his back with her nails. Wanting everything he had—wanting to drain him, use him up, before…

Again she killed the thought.

“Roll over,” he said on a growl.

Yes.

Yes, please.

He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and she rolled onto her belly. Anticipation was a coiling snake about to strike. Roughened palms gripped her hips, and Donovan hauled her butt into the air. She grasped the pillow in front of her, biting down on her lip. He kissed one of her butt cheeks, then the other before he slicked his tongue along her center.

Sofie moaned.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, placing a final damp kiss on her ass. Then she felt the slippery slide of the tip of his penis, and that coiling anticipation snapped.

With one long push, he entered her, drawing another low moan from her throat. She hugged the pillow, her teeth biting into her forearms as he began to thrust. Each powerful movement slammed her against his thick, muscular thighs. Each thrust stretched her, hitting somewhere deep, deep in her core. Deeper than she’d felt before, unfurling a reaction she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to.

She didn’t want to.

Incoherent words tumbled from her lips, followed by the very real prayer of, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“Scampi,” he grunted, still moving in and out at a mind-blowing pace. “You come when I say.”

Not a chance. Her release was building, cresting. Already. Incredible.

“Can’t,” she informed him, gasping, clutching on to the pillow as if it was the only thing keeping her from shattering. “Almost there.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Donny.”

“Wait for me.” He pulled her hips against his thighs again, sending a drove of tingles through her body.

“Wait,” he repeated, his voice breaking.

Biting down on her lip, she endured the next intoxicating slide of his cock with her eyes shut. In an equally broken whisper she managed, “Please, Donny. Please.”

“Almost, sweetheart.” He thrust, his fingers pressing into the flesh at her hips. Bending over her, he reached around with one hand and pinched her nipple at the same time he pushed into her.

“Now,” he commanded.