After the Storm (KGI #8)(79)

Tears glistened in her eyes and she swallowed visibly as she stared at him in almost helpless fashion.

“How can you say such beautiful things to me? You say that in forty years you’ll remember how I looked and how I felt. But you know what I’ll remember? I’ll remember the things you said to me and I’ll cherish them always.”

He smiled as he crawled onto the bed to position his body over hers. Then he leaned down to kiss her, their bodies meshing, molding perfectly together.

“I guess we’ll both always remember this night,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Now make love to me, Donovan. Don’t make me wait. I want you so much. I’m burning with need. I ache.”

He slid his mouth down her jaw, kissing a path down her body to her br**sts. He licked and sucked at the taut peaks, working her into a frenzy before he moved even lower, pressing gentle kisses to the valley of her br**sts and then over her flat belly to her navel.

He toyed with the sensitive area, enjoying the shivers that quaked her body as he tongued the shallow indention.

“Spread your legs for me, honey. I want to taste you.”

Trembling, she parted her thighs, widening them so he could position his body between her legs. He settled down, his head just above the downy patch of hair that shielded her femininity.

Using his fingers, he parted her folds, already slick with her arousal. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent and savoring it. Then, spreading her wider, he lowered his head even further and ran his tongue over her clit.

She bucked upward, her hands flying to his head, digging into his short hair as he circled the taut bud with his tongue. He flicked the tip over her clit repeatedly, then sucked it gently into his mouth, exerting steady pressure.

She writhed underneath him, gasping out his name as he brought her closer to the edge. She was wet, slick and hot beneath his tongue. He devoured her, losing himself in her feminine essence. This was his. She was his.

He continued to tongue her, sucking and then probing her entrance with his tongue. He wanted her crazy for him. So desperate with need and want that she’d easily accommodate his size. She was a small woman, dainty, her features and bone structure delicate. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

“Donovan, please!” she begged. “I know you want it to last. I understand you want it to be good, but I want you inside me. I want to come with you inside me. I need you now. I’m so close. I can feel it! It’s overwhelming. I feel like I’m about to burst into a million tiny pieces.”

Her voice was almost a sob. Her pu**y clenched and tightened, growing wetter as he lavished attention on her most sensitive parts. Her plea sent another surge of arousal through his body, his dick already leaking pr**cum.

Yeah, he wanted it to last, but he also knew that wasn’t happening. This first time wouldn’t be perfect, but they would have plenty of other times to take it as slow as they wanted. Right now he had to have her. Had to be inside her or they’d both come before he got there.

“Give me one second, honey,” he rasped out. “Need to get a condom.”

“Hurry,” she urged.

He rolled off her and off the bed, fumbling with the nightstand drawer. He grabbed one of the foil packets and ripped it open. He rolled the condom on, nearly coming with just the pressure of his hand.

“Down, boy,” he muttered. “You’ll like her a hell of a lot more than you like my hand.”

Eve laughed, and he looked up to see that she’d heard his muttering. Mirth shone in her eyes and she extended her hand, an invitation to come back to her. As if he needed any such thing.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he asked as he parted her thighs and settled comfortably between her legs.

She shifted, lifting her hips to him. “Yes!”

He lowered his body even further, reaching down to gently spread her for his entry. He positioned the head at her entrance and then removed his hand, placing both on either side of Eve’s body.

Closing his eyes, he began to push forward. He gritted his teeth and sweat broke out on his forehead. No way could he take this slow and easy. He was dying to get inside her.

He thrust forward, powering into her body in one motion. She cried out, the sound freezing him. Several things registered all at once. Her cry was not of pleasure. It was a sound of pain. She was exquisitely tight around him. Too tight. Her body was protesting his entry with everything it had. And he registered a tearing sensation, had felt a part of her give way with his entry.

He stared down at her in shock, taking in her expression, her startled eyes and the fleeting look of pain. Then he glanced down as he slowly withdrew and took in the smear of blood on the condom.

She’d been a virgin and he’d plowed into her with all the finesse of a rutting bull.

CHAPTER 24

“DONOVAN?”

He looked back to see Eve staring up at him with wide, fearful eyes. His name had come out quivery and filled with apprehension. Her uncertainty nearly slayed him. She was worried that she’d done something wrong when it was he who’d f**ked up royally.

Careful to remain perfectly still and not push farther inside her, he stroked a hand through her hair and then caressed her cheek.

“Ah hell, honey, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked gently.

“I w-wasn’t t-thinking,” she stammered out. “I swear, Donovan. I was so caught up in the moment that it didn’t even occur to me to tell you. I mean, I thought of it earlier, but I was nervous and didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew, but I swear I was going to tell you. And then I got so caught up. I wanted you so much. I wanted you to make love to me. I wasn’t trying to deceive you. I promise! You have to believe me.”