Page 66 of Not Since Ewe
I’d always prided myself on my ability to keep my feelings in check and make rational decisions, but the passion coursing through my body was a force too powerful to resist.
When I’d made the decision to come over here tonight and basically throw myself at him, I’d done it in full knowledge I might be making a huge mistake. I knew it would irrevocably change the friendship we’d tentatively forged.
What I hadn’t predicted was thatI’dbe irrevocably changed along with it.
Once we turned this corner, there’d be no going back. I wasn’t just inviting Donal into my body tonight. I was inviting him into my heart. Because lurking beneath all this sexual attraction was something deeper and far scarier. Something I wouldn’t easily be able to shake off.
“Tess.” The whisper of his fingertips along my jaw was as gentle as the sound of my name on his lips. His eyes were clear and knowing as they looked into mine, making me feel naked inside as well as out. But they were also soft, and I saw his own struggle to balance his doubts and desires reflected in his expression.
He bent his head, and my eyes closed when his nose brushed my cheek. For a moment we lay still, breathing in tandem as he nuzzled into my hair.
“We don’t have to do anything else,” he murmured. “If you want to stop here, it’s okay.”
That wasn’t what I wanted. Now that we’d started this, I was desperate to have him. We’d already come too far to turn back.
I tipped my face toward him, and our noses bumped as my lips drifted over his. “I don’t want to stop. Do you?”
“No.” His weight pressed down on me, his erection offering extremely hard evidence to back up his assertion.
Our mouths tangled in a slow, exploring kiss that quickly grew more heated as I greedily stroked my hands over the hard muscles of his back. I loved the feel of them, the way they flexed as he braced himself above me. Even more than that, I loved the warm, solid weight of him on me.
My heart thumped harder as his lips traveled down my body, and I sucked in a sharp breath when his teeth grazed my nipple. As good as it felt, I’d had enough foreplay. If we didn’t get to the main attraction soon, I was going to combust.
Hooking my fingers in his waistband, I yanked him closer so I could stroke him through his jeans.
A groan shuddered through him, and he trapped my hand with his, holding it still. “There’s just one small problem. I don’t have any condoms.”
I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Why are you so surprised? I told you I haven’t done any dating since my divorce.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a single adult male who didn’t have an ample supply of condoms on hand at all times.” I pressed my hand against his erection, and he dropped his forehead to my chest with another groan.
“Sorry I’m not more of a player.” He slipped a finger inside me, smiling when I squirmed. “We’ll just have to find other ways to enjoy each other.”
Appealing as that was—and it was very appealing—what I really wanted right now was Donal’s dick in me. “Go get my purse.”
Instead of moving, he arched an eyebrow and circled my clit with his thumb. “Why?”
“Just do it,” I gritted out as my whole body clenched with pleasure.
Smiling, he pushed off the bed and left the room. A moment later, he came back and dropped my purse beside me. I sat up and reached inside a zippered inner pocket, removing a short strip of condoms.
He broke into a grin, catching them on his chest when I flicked them at him. “You packed condoms.”
I rolled my eyes as I deposited my purse on his bedside table. “I’m a single woman on multiple dating apps. I always carry condoms with me.”
“I’m taking it as further evidence of premeditation.” The cocky bastard was still standing at the foot of the bed, and still not nearly naked enough.
“Lose the pants and bring that dirty mouth of yours over here.”
Donal wasted no time shoving his jeans down, along with his underwear. As soon as his cock sprang free, I felt an unmistakable tug in the pit of my stomach. The sight of his dick triggered some sort of involuntary, animal reaction that shot through my body like an electric current. A goddamn Pavlovian response.
If I’d been wearing panties, they definitely would have blown right off. Apparently, my brain still had access to archived data on Donal’s penis, and the summary of that data was a resoundingYES, PLEASE.
I didn’t even remember moving across the bed, but the next thing I knew I was kneeling on the mattress in front of him, compelled by an arcane force or some sort of supersensory dick mating call.
Holy shit, Marie was right.
