DONOVAN (Gray Wolf Security, #1)(37)

And what a beautiful sight!

I brushed a finger over her thin line of trimmed pubes, a perfect arrow if I ever saw one. And then my finger moved slowly over her bare lips and spread them gently, revealing the treasure hidden inside. Kate moaned, as I brushed my thumb over her clit.

“So ready,” I said.

She didn’t answer.

I teased her clit a little, rubbing my thumb against it just hard enough that she could feel it, but not hard enough to offer her any relief. She wiggled her hips a little, but she wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t touch me. So then I used the tip of my tongue to tease her and she hissed as her whole body stiffened. She pressed her hands to the mirror on either side of her and pulled herself up just slightly, stopping when she started to pull her clit too far from my reach.

I loved the way she tried to fight the one thing we both knew she desperately wanted. She was the one who invited me in here, after all. Therefore, I teased her a few more times, nearly laughing when a long, low moan finally escaped those perfectly full lips.

Then I couldn’t help myself. I really did want to taste her.

I slowly slid the tip of my tongue down below her clit, touching places that made her jerk and moan, places that made her wiggle her hips until I touched that place where she wanted me to be more than anywhere else. After a minute, her hand molded itself to the back of my head, her fingertips digging into my skull, directing me, helping me give her as much pleasure as possible. And I could hear the pleasure just as if it had a voice all its own. The sounds coming from her lips were more than music to me, more than the sounds of pleasure. They were a sort of salvation, a recognition that my life wasn’t as rudderless as I’d begun to think.

When her thighs tightened around my neck, I knew it was time. All resistance was gone as I made my way slowly up her belly, tasting and loving a path from her navel to the valley between her breasts. I paused to nibble one nipple, then the other. And then our mouths met and her hands were tugging at my briefs, reaching inside to tug my cock free.

She guided me to her, her eyes burning as they bore into mine. And when I was inside of her, when we were connected in the most complete way physically possible, it was overwhelming. I tugged her close to me, buried my hands in her hair and held her pressed against my chest. I could see my tattoo in the mirror; I could read as clearly as though it’d been written there just today. I thought my life ended that day. That the rest was just the sacrifice before the fall.

Now I certainly hoped not.

She wrapped her legs around me and I could barely move, but the rotation of her hips as she ground herself against me was more than enough. I felt her fall, and I went quickly after her.

If this was all there was, then it was enough.

I loved her. I’d always loved her. And I would always follow her down.





Chapter 17


Kate

I was nervous. My hands shook as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and tried to apply eyeliner. I don’t know why I insisted on going to this stupid party. I mean, it could impact my chance of getting the promotion, but probably not that much. My manager knew what was going on and why I was missing work. She probably wouldn’t even notice if I didn’t make the party. But now that I’d put my foot in it, I had to go with it.

I’d had a dream last night, an odd dream that caused me to wake a little out of sorts. Then I got up and found Donovan in the kitchen, humming under his breath as he made breakfast. He smiled when I walked into the kitchen, his eyes moving slowly over the length of me as though he was thinking about what we’d done in this very bathroom last night. I knew I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But we couldn’t touch, couldn’t even offer each other a kiss good morning. So we sat on the couch and stared at each other while we pushed the food around our plates.

Then Ash arrived so there wasn’t even the possibility of ducking into the bathroom again.

I could hear him moving around in his bedroom, dressing in the tuxedo Ash brought him. I had to say, I was looking forward to seeing him in it. Not that he didn’t fill out a pair of jeans quite well. But some men look amazingly good in casual and formal clothing. I was pretty sure Donovan would be one of those.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath as I missed the line of my bottom lid. I carefully wiped away the makeup and started again, beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get it done.

He had a scar on his back, above his hip. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. When I remembered the Purple Heart in his bedroom, it frightened me. What or who hurt him? And how close had he come to death? I overheard someone mention that he worked with explosives over there in Afghanistan. Had something gone wrong? Or had someone tried to stop him from making something go right?

I was afraid to know. That’s why I hadn’t asked.

How would I deal with the knowledge that I’d almost lost him before I finally understood that I needed him?

I drew down my bottom eyelid with a shaking finger and tried to draw the line again, but again I screwed it up.

“Damn it!” I cried, throwing the eyeliner pencil at the mirror.

A slight woman dressed in a dark suit suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped, swallowing a scream as I realized she was the female operative I’d seen at the Gray Wolf compound yesterday. She pointed to the pencil and then at herself.

She wanted to help.

I nodded and stepped aside as she reached for the pencil. She gently pushed on my shoulder, settling me on the edge of the counter at almost the same spot Donovan had…well, she settled me down and moved close enough that I could see the green specks in her blue eyes as she carefully fixed my makeup. Not only did she apply the eyeliner, but she adjust the shadow I’d put on my lids and chose a shade of lipstick that she carefully applied, making a pucker face my mom made when she taught me how to apply lipstick.