Page 21 of One Weekend in Rio de Janeiro

The moment and the man completely bewitched her.

Maybe she was foolish to get too involved, but, right then, she didn’t care. She only wanted Donovan.

Pushing up onto her toes, she brushed her lips along the shell of his ear and whispered, “Take me back to the hotel.”

Donovan didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hand and spun around so fast, Kate burst out laughing. They practically jogged the whole way back and Kate could only throw her head back and laugh. God, she felt alive. More so than ever in her life and all she wanted to do was be as close to Donovan as possible.

Once they reached their room, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he turned to her with a very hungry, almost feral look. Kate tossed the beach bag, her coverup and kicked her sandals off. Her pulse hammered as she watched Donovan start undressing, too. His body was ridiculous, all ripped and toned, and she couldn’t wait to explore it thoroughly. This time there would be no interruptions.

Kate was still sliding her bathing suit off when a very naked Donovan stalked forward and swept her right off her feet.

“I can’t wait a minute longer,” he growled and began kissing her neck. His lips tickled and Kate giggled—giggled—and then he tossed her onto the bed. Another tittering sound sprang from her throat and she realized she probably hadn’t giggled like that since she’d been a little girl. Maybe not even then. But Donovan brought out a side of her that she didn’t even know existed. Brett had dubbed her an ice queen and, in all fairness, maybe she had been aloof and emotionally distant with him. But right now, any of her lingering former arctic frost melted away.

Kate was on fire, burning up with a fierce desire that only Donovan could quench.

Goosebumps pricked her skin, but it wasn’t because of the air conditioning unit. It was sheer anticipation. As Donovan slowly moved up her body, dropping kisses along her sensitive skin, she shivered and writhed.

He paused after licking around her belly button. “Cold?”

Kate clutched the bedspread in her hands and twisted. “No…burning up…”

“You’re about to get hotter,” he promised then grasped her hips, pinning her to the mattress and nudging her legs further apart.

The moment his warm breath blew on her most intimate area, Kate whimpered. He was killing her and she needed his mouth on her—

“Ohhh,” she moaned. His hot mouth made contact and if a pussy could cry, hers would be a weeping, bawling, blubbering mess. That wicked tongue of his licked and teased, unfolding her and exposing her to him. A gasp tore from her as he sucked her clit into his mouth and tongued it, nipping slightly and causing her world to spin off its axis.

Sliding her hands through his silky hair, she bucked against his mouth and her inner muscles vibrated, contracted and shook as though a mini earthquake rocked her damn uterus. She’d only had oral sex once before and it had felt nothing like this. Not to mention Brett had bitched about it the entire time.

“You taste so fucking good,” Donovan rasped. “I could drink from you all night.”

All night? She wasn’t sure she could handle another ten seconds. And exactly five seconds later, she cried out as a powerful release rumbled through her and pleasure blasted through every single nerve ending.

“Shit!” Throwing her head back, she gave in to the strong waves rolling through her entire body. Breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, she closed her eyes and sighed dreamily as Donovan made his way up and kissed her deeply. When he finally broke away, she grinned up at him, feeling a little lightheaded. “You’re really good at that.”

He smirked. “I’ve always been a perfectionist. And my job isn’t done until you’re screaming my name.”

Kate swallowed hard and it occurred to her that this always seemed to be the moment they were interrupted by bad guys. But not this time.

“I need you inside me,” she murmured.

He reached for the packet on the bedside table and tore it open. “I don’t care if an army of tangoes starts pounding on that door,” he said, rolling the protection down his thick length. “I’m not stopping this time for anything.”

Kate wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him. “Third time’s the charm, right?”

With an answered growl, he began to push inside her and Kate’s eyes rolled back in her head. It was all too much. The way he stretched and filled her was nothing short of euphoric. Their connection lit her up from the inside and the moment he began to move, she clutched his biceps and matched his demanding rhythm, stroke for stroke.

Their whimpers and grunts filled the air, along with the sounds of the party on the street below, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Her inner walls tightened, milking him hard.

“Fuck, Kate!” His hips moved faster and she rolled hers against his, shifting so his cock hit her sweet spot. Again and again. Until she thought she’d die from sheer pleasure.

Has anyone ever died from an orgasm? she wondered.

The moment his fingers circled her clit, it was game over. She shouted his name, body arching, pussy clenching. A moment later, Donovan growled a curse through his release and shuddered hard. Then he dropped down beside her, panting as though he’d just run a marathon.

Kate turned on her side and their gazes locked. For a long moment, neither said a word. The magic of Rio had them wrapped in a bubble of awe and sensuality.

And neither wanted to think about what would happen when their weekend together was up and reality came crashing back.

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