Page 82 of Under the Mistletoe
“You’re beautiful, you know that…”
I open my eyes a little and see him watching me. His hand runs up my torso, skirting across my nipple before he lifts it to my jaw. Cupping my face, he steps forward slightly, taking my lips with his. His lips are soft, teasingly so, and I run my hands down his chest, pulling at his shirt a little, then I start to undo his buttons.
He pulls back and removes his shirt from his frame as I slip off my underwear and step into the shower.
“Ohhh, this is so nice,” I tell him as the hot water hits my skin and my muscles lose some of the tension they’ve been holding.
“I agree,” he murmurs, stepping in behind me, his hands running up my arms and settling on my shoulders where he starts to massage.
“I want to go to the sprinkler shop on Saturday…” My mind is tired, but still, thoughts filter.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Donovan’s careful with his words, but I feel his body tense.
“But I never miss a Saturday,” I tell him as I close my eyes, this massage feeling so good.
“I’m sure your uncle will understand.”
I blow out a breath. I hate letting them down, but as he continues to massage my shoulders, I let it go for now.
“You’re too good to me.” I grin as my head falls back, leaning on his broad chest as his fingers work my muscles. I think if Marcus Jasper turned up to end my life, I would die happy.
“You’re tight, too tense.” He leans down, and his lips touch just below my ear. I rest my head to the side as he kisses me. My body melts a little more, the hot water hitting my front as his hands move lower.
“Mmmm, that’s helping…” I grin a little as his hands hit my breasts, molding them in his palms.
“What about this?” His words caress my neck, where his lips still tickle and tease me. He keeps one hand on my breast, tweaking my nipple as he lowers the other.
“Soooo good,” I tell him as he pulls me to him tighter. I feel him then, hard, heavy, and I push my ass back a little.
“Good girl. Relax,” he whispers, and as his hand finds my center, I moan. “What about this?” God, this man. His fingers circle my clit as the water beats down. His other hand is still molding my breast and his cock is pushing into my cheeks. It feels like he is everywhere.
“Yes…” I hiccup as my body starts to quiver. I push back into him some more as his kisses on my neck become more needy.
“I’m so fucking hard for you right now.” He slips a finger inside me, and I almost combust.
“Yes…” I’m panting now. “Yes… yes…”
He starts circling and thrusting with his fingers, a rhythm that he does firmly over and over again, slow, steady.
“Donovan.” I say his name in warning, not wanting him to stop, wanting to chase the high he gives me.
He teases his hand, moving faster, my hips now in time. “Feeling needy, baby? Let me take care of you… Let me show you what you mean to me.”
“Donovan… oh…” I’m so close, and I lift my hand, wrapping it behind his head, pulling his lips to my neck. As I do, he sucks hard, at the same time as he pinches my nipple and clit. I can’t even stop the full shake that takes over my body.
“Donovan!” I cry out, my body out of control as he handles me like only he knows how. I raise my other hand, reaching around my head, trying to hold him as my body is left open for him to use as he needs to.
He moans as I come down from my orgasm, and I feel him grin against my neck. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as I lean against his chest, his fingers slowing to a caress, his hand sliding up my torso back to my shoulders, where he resumes his massage.
“Much better…” he tells me, his praise lighting me up. I feel him still hard against my back, so I turn around. I look up at him, his hair wet, his eyes full of lust and love. Water droplets run down his bare chest, his chiseled torso covered in a small tussle of hair. He’s the man every woman dreams of, yet here he is. All mine.
My eyes lower, down his front, and settle on where he’s now throbbing, and with the hot water encasing us, I drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” He looks giant now as I look up at him. With a small grin, I take him in my hands, the contact making him draw in a breath as I palm him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I keep my eyes on his as I lean in, swiping my tongue over his tip, and I hear a small growl.
“Be very careful, baby, because you on your knees might become my new addiction.” His words cut off as I take him in, a little at first before I pull back and then try again, a little deeper. “Shit…” he hisses as his hands slap on the glass above my head, his head still dropped forward, watching me closely.
