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“Oh, you don’t even know what’s coming next, baby,” she teases.
I lean back against the bedframe and rest my hands behind my head. Her eyes rake up and down my body. My dick likes the attention and hardens with just her eyes on me.
“You like what you see this time, Mouse?” I jest, teasing her for when she eye fucked me in the parking lot at Sip & Savor. I waggle my brows, my cock jutting straight out in front of her. She nods and lets out a giggle as I bury my face in her neck, nipping and sucking her flesh.
“Donovan! That tickles!” she yelps, trying to shield her body away from me. But I don’t let her. I never want her to hide her body from me.
I love her laugh so fucking much. I fucking love us like this. “Nuh-uh, you’re mine and I’m gonna make you come again,” I growl. She squeals as I pin her on her back, my mouth finding one of her hard nipples.
“But pancakes?” she pants, throwing her head back as I devour her tits.
“Orgasm first. Pancakes later,” I tease. When she laughs, it’s like the call of a siren who lures sailors to the edges of their ships, only to drown them with lust.
Well, take me down with you, Audrey.
I want to go so far into the depths of the ocean with her until I can’t breathe. It’s all consuming, warped so deep into her I neverwant to escape. Let me drown in her then, if it means I get her for the rest of my life.
I worship every inch of her skin, leaving no place unkissed or untouched.
For the rest of the morning, I’m on my knees for this woman, making her scream my name over and over again.
Chapter Sixteen
AUDREY
I wipe the foggy mirror with my hand after I step out of the shower. I’ve spent the last three weeks in Donovan’s cabin, healing and processing. Not to mention the endless orgasms. Since we willingly crossed that line last week, it’s been nonstop between us. Absolutely insatiable. We hadn’t had sex yet—he’s waiting for me to be ready. But he’s made me feel so good, better than I’ve ever felt.
It’s not just the way he touches me, but the way he believes in me and lets me take things at my own pace. He’s been waiting on me hand and foot from the second I came flying back into his life, and I have a good feeling that he’s not letting me go this time.
I don’t want him to.
I lean in closer to the mirror and tilt my head back to see that the bruising on my neck is nearly gone. As I rub along the column of my throat, the painful memory of Kellan choking me flashes in my mind. But this time, it’s quickly overtaken by the memories of Donovan waking me up every morning with kisses, holding hands on the front porch, and nights spent laughing so hard we can hardly breathe.
I drop my towel down to see the bruising on my arms and shoulders have disappeared, replaced by ghosts of Donovan’s kisses. I shake out my hair from the towel and rest my palms flat on the bathroom counter. The eyes that look back resemble my own, and my hair is back to its original color. I lean in closer and touch the freckles across my nose. The corners of my mouth turn up. I feel like I canfinally breathe.
No more hiding, no more fear, no more anger. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this version of myself. I want her to stick around.
I hear the bathroom door creak open as Donovan walks in wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, glistening with sweat. He went for a run this morning and it shows. The veins on his arms bulge, his muscles swollen with the morning pump.
The hard line between his chest that traces down to his six—no, eight pack—is perfectly tan and smooth. I drool over the way his Adonis belt points a perfect V down past the band of his shorts, leaving my imagination rampant.
He sees me naked in front of the mirror and smiles, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He presses a soft kiss into my hair.
“Hey, Mouse. Sorry, I’m sweaty.”
I don’t care. I love feeling his warmth and the way our bodies seamlessly fit together. His chin rests on top of my shoulder as we stare at each other through the mirror.
“I think I’m gonna go see Pop today. I miss him, and I know he’s been worried about me,” I utter softly. His thumbs rub tiny circles right below my belly button. He breathes me in before responding.
“I think that’s a great idea, if you’re feeling up for it. There’s no rush,” he says with genuine care.
“Yes, I’m ready. I’m gonna go into town as well and run some errands.” I shrug my shoulders and rest my head on his shoulder. He kisses my cheek and looks back in the mirror.
“I can come with you?” he sweetly offers. I smile and turn to kiss him on the mouth. He lifts me up onto the bathroom counter with ease, as if I weigh nothing. I break our kiss and lay my hands on his hard chest.
“It’s okay. I’ll go. You need to go back to work.” Donovan has taken the last three weeks off to be with me. The three mostphenomenalweeks.
Every day we went for quad rides around the property. We’d make out like teenagers in the woods. He’d play his guitar while I would read my favorite romance novels. He would even try all of my breakfast concoctions like berry strudels and truffle quiches. We kept each other fed ineveryway possible. It’s the time I needed to get back on my feet. Now I can focus on myself and the dreams I had stowed away.
