DONOVAN (Gray Wolf Security, #1)(143)

I pushed his hands away and looked up at him.

“Trust me,” I said.

He nodded, laying his hands quietly on the arms of the chair.

I slid my fingers under the flap of material that hid his zipper. Slowly, one tooth at a time, I pulled the tab down, my lips again grazing the tender skin under his navel. I could feel him watching, could feel the hitch of his breath when my fingers brushed his erection. The zipper separated easily, a hot knife in butter. And then my fingers were under the band of his briefs, my nails scraping across the hair that grew at the base of his shaft.

I glanced at him, watched as he closed his eyes and settled back for the ride.

I took him in my hands, touched him the way I imagined he might have touched himself as a young boy just learning the miracles of pleasure. I found myself wanting to know what he was like then, an awkward boy without the confidence that would come with manhood. I found myself wanting to know so much more about him than simple curiosity might desire. I wanted to know all the experiences that had made him the man he was now. I wanted to know who’d broken his heart, who’d made him smile, who’d taught him the dangers of love and who’d taught him the pleasure of trust.

But right now I just wanted to see pleasure in his eyes and know I was the one who gave it to him.

He tried to touch me again as I offered him that pleasure, as I tasted him in the same way he’d tasted me the night before. I pushed his hand away as I ran my fingers over his balls, as I listened to the low growl that slipped from deep in his belly all the way to the tip of his tongue. He moved his hips, encouraging me to touch him where he needed to be touched. I tried to obey, but there was so much of him and only so much of me. But he seemed happy enough with what I had to offer.

As I knelt there, I reached under my own skirt and pulled my panties away. As they slid down my thighs, I let him go and moved slowly up the length of his body, brushing my lips over his belly, running my tongue briefly around the rim of his navel. Slowly I climbed on top of him, working my panties out of the way until they caught around one ankle as our lips met.

“Fuck me,” he whispered as he stared up at me with wonder in his eyes.

“I plan on it.”

He groaned as he pulled me close, kissing me with one of those kisses that made my heart pound out of control and my toes tingle. I wanted him inside of me with an almost desperate need, like a drowning man reaching for a lifesaving piece of debris. He pulled my skirt out of the way, ran his hand between my legs, his fingertip pressing almost roughly against my clit. And then he guided himself to me, brushing against me like his lips against my shoulder. I lowered myself against him and… Oh, dios mio!

I settled back, raised my face to the ceiling. And then I began to move, controlling the motion until he was touching me in every place deep in my belly that was screaming for relief. His hands moved over my thighs, my breasts, clutching them through the material of my dress. I laid my hands over his and looked at him, watched him watching me. The way he looked at me threw me off for a second, making me hesitate in my movement. And then he pulled me down to him again, and I was lost, caught in a wave of pleasure that I knew would end.

But, Lord help me, I didn’t want it to end.





Chapter 13


Lucien

I was watching her again, but I knew she wasn’t asleep this time. Her eyes were closed, but she was dancing her fingers over mine, playing a rhythm against me that only she could hear.

“Can I ask you something?”

She made a sound that could have been a sigh. Or it could have been a yes.

“Has it always been just you and your father?”

In an instant I went from holding a soft, pliant woman to gripping a stone. She slid her hips over and turned onto her back, looking at me with that cautious stare that was becoming so familiar.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I want to know more about you.”

“Why?” she repeated.

I ran my finger slowly over her bare belly, bringing it to a rest right in the center of one nipple. “Why do you think?”

“Did you have an affair with your sister-in-law?”

I groaned, but I didn’t pull away, despite the fact that I wanted to. I bit back my anger and took a deep breath.

“No.”

“Then why did she say those things? Why did she come all the way to Kemah to see you?”

I lay my arm on her chest, resting just below those beautiful breasts. “I never slept with her. But she’s been trying to talk me into it for more than a year. She’s…she’s not a nice person. She used to be, but she changed. The car accident, Jacob, everything falling apart around her… It’s changed her.”

“And Kemah?”

“I don’t know. She said she had to tell me something, but she was so high, I have no idea if it was real or just a delusion brought on by the pills.”

Adrienne looked up at the ceiling. “You should have told my father that.”

“It’s family stuff. I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Everything matters. Someone’s sending you threats.”

I nodded, more because of the concern I could hear in her voice than because I agreed with her. Family was family. I was always taught to protect family over everything. If Jacob found out about the way Lynn had been coming on to me, he would never forgive me. I never would risk that.