After the Storm (KGI #8)(78)

She gasped again and her nails pressed harder into his skin.

“Feel good, honey?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. “So good, Donovan. I feel like I’ve waited forever for you.”

He lifted his head to look into her eyes, wanting her to know how serious he was.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, Eve. For this. For you. For this moment. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go. I hope you’re prepared for that.”

Her eyes went soft with answering . . . love? Could he hope for that so soon? He wasn’t expecting it. Not so quickly. But he wanted it. Wanted it with all his heart. The day she gave him those words would be a day he’d never forget. Until she gave him those words, this thing between them wasn’t solid. Wasn’t permanent. When she gave him the words, he would know that she would truly be his in every sense of the word.

“I want it,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “I want this. I want you. I want . . . everything.”

“I’ll give you everything you could possibly want or need and so much more, honey. Never doubt that. I want you to go to bed at night knowing I’ll always be here, and I want you to wake up in the morning with that same knowledge. I don’t want a minute to pass that you don’t know exactly who and what you are to me.”

“Make love to me,” she whispered. “Please, Donovan. I need you so much. Let me undress you so we can make love together. I’ve never wanted something more than I want this.”

His heart was about to burst right out of his chest. His dick was straining against his jeans so hard that he’d likely wear the imprint of his zipper for days if not weeks! He’d much rather be surrounded by her velvety softness than trapped in the rough denim of his pants.

“I know you said you wanted to undress me, honey, but why don’t I get it done so we can get on to more important things. Like me touching every part of your body. Me kissing every part of your body. And me inside you so deep that you feel me at the very heart of you.”

Her breath hitched and her pupils flared in reaction. A full-body shiver overtook her, puckering her ni**les into even tighter beads. He took her reaction as response enough and quickly divested himself of his shirt, jeans and underwear. When he turned his attention back to her, she was staring avidly at his erection.

He glanced down, following her gaze, and winced. No wonder she was so agog. He was sporting a hard-on to end all hard-ons and he was straining upward and was so tight that the head was nearly purple. He was ready to explode and he hadn’t gotten anywhere near her pu**y yet.

When he looked back up at her and saw her lick her lips, he damn near lost it on the spot. He reached down and pinched the head between his fingers to stave off his impending release. Jesus, it would be a miracle if he got inside her before coming everywhere.

“Just give me a minute, honey,” he said in a raspy voice. “You’re so damn sexy that I’m ready to come and I haven’t even gotten inside you yet. I want to make this good for you, not have it be over the minute I push inside you.”

She smiled, delight entering those gorgeous amber-gold eyes. The flecks of gold shone even brighter in her aroused state, making them gleam in the low light cast by the bedside lamp.

“It makes me feel sexy to know you react to me that way,” she said shyly. “I’ve never had a guy look at me the way you look at me. I like it.”

“I’ll rip the balls off the man who ever looks at you the way I’m looking at you,” he growled.

She smiled again and then crawled onto the bed, lying back against the pillows, a silent invitation in her eyes. He needed no more encouragement than that.

Thinking back on the other women he’d slept with, he could honestly say that he’d simply gotten laid. Not that his partners hadn’t gotten his absolute respect and regard, but he’d gone in knowing there was no emotional involvement. Not anything close to the way he felt about Eve. This was, in essence, his very first time to make love to a woman.

He treated all women with utmost respect. He’d never do anything to make them feel cheap or used when he had sex with them. But they, like him, had known the score from the beginning. He’d even dated the same woman for a period of time, but they’d always been fun relationships. Nothing heavy. Nothing that involved his heart to the degree Eve had.

It wasn’t that he’d had anything against a relationship or even marriage. He wanted those things. Had never been opposed to the idea. In fact, he’d go as far as to say that he’d actively searched for the one. But none of them had ever spoken to the heart of him. They hadn’t stirred his soul. And he knew by seeing how his brothers were with their wives that the women he’d been with hadn’t been the one. He’d waited patiently, knowing that his soul mate existed. Somewhere out there, waiting just like him. He only had to find her. And he finally had. She was here. In his house, his bed, in his arms. And he was about to make love to her for the very first time.

“Why are you staring?” she whispered, concern entering her eyes.

He kicked himself for mentally checking out for a moment. Even if it was to cement in his mind the importance of this night.

“I just wanted to savor this moment,” he said honestly. “This is special to me, Eve. You’re special to me. I want this to be just right. I don’t want to hurry through it. I want to take it all in and remember it always. Forty years from now, I’ll remember the way you looked tonight. How beautiful you are. How soft and warm and how very sweet every part of you is.”