Page 30 of A Touch Enchanted

He ripped my bikini bottoms off and rolled me over, lifting me over his head. “Get on my face, beautiful. I need to taste you so bad, I’m going to die if I don’t get my mouth on that pussy. Ride my tongue hard, and don’t you dare fucking stop until I hear you scream.”

He smacked my ass and the sting of it was so good, I plunged my hands in his hair and pulled as I did what he told me to and rode his tongue fast and hard. His beard burned the inside of my thighs. The sting of his slap mixed with the softness of his mouth as he lapped me up and sent me flying over the edge within seconds. I’d never come this easy or this much in my life, and still, it didn’t feel like enough. I wanted more.

He flipped me onto my back and hovered over me, breathing hard. His gaze roamed over my face, softer than the dark intensity that had burned through me only moments before. “You still with me?”

I bit my lip and nodded. He glanced at my hands, which glowed with a brilliant aqua light. Regret clouded his features and my heart crawled into my throat. I thought I’d at least have the night with him before I’d have to see that look.

Guess I was wrong.

He sat back on his heels and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m sorry. I lost control. Fucking hell. Anyone could’ve walked by and seen us.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling very exposed in a way I hadn’t when I’d been sitting on his face. “Everyone’s in bed. It’s like you didn’t even grow up here.”

“Even so …” He stood and grabbed my beach coverup, handing it to me without meeting my eyes. “I should probably get you home.”

This just got awkward. And the worst part was, I still wanted to come again. The shame of it cut through the warmth that had spread through me only moments before.

He started to grab the dead scuba gear, but I told him to leave it. I’d come get it in the morning. No one would be around to steal it. If it was beyond repair, I’d have to dip into my savings to buy a replacement for my parents.

We walked the rest of the way to my apartment in tense silence. I let the numbness steal over me, clinging to it so I wouldn’t cry until he left. I thought I could handle rejection a second time around. Guess I was wrong about that, too.

At my door, he hung his head. “I’m sorry, Cricket. I’m so sorry.”

“Would you stop apologizing?” I didn’t need or want his bullshit guilt. “If you regret hooking up with me, that’s on you, but don’t fucking stand there and beg for my forgiveness, because you might be sorry for what we did, but I’m not.”

“You’re not?” He glanced at my hands again, where my light had fully gone out. “Aren’t you …?” He shook his head. “Your hands were glowing while I … we …”

Wait. Did he think that just because my magic had been activated, I was automatically overwhelmed by the side effects? No wonder he was acting like such an ass. “I told you before we started that it had never been the magic. It had always been me.”

He broke into a wide, boyish grin that had me tiptoeing dangerously close to a different kind of edge. “You want me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t need to brag about it.”

He backed me against the door and pressed himself against me. “Too late, I already ordered the skywriter. He’s going to make sure the whole island knows.”

“You’ve literally been talking to me this whole time.”

“I’ve had him on standby for when this day finally arrived.”

“You could’ve just put it on Instagram for free. No one looks at the sky anymore.”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You fucking better.”

He lifted me up, kissing me as he pawed at my door. After several missed attempts, he finally got it open. We stumbled inside, neither of us willing to take our lips off each other.

He lifted my coverup over my head as I pulled his diving briefs down, freeing his erection. I wrapped my hand around his cock, loving the silky smooth feel of him in my palm.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He sucked in a sharp breath as I tightened my grip and rubbed him harder. “Shower. Sand. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Between the two of us, Donovan had always been the organized one. Focused. Controlled. It gave me a ridiculous amount of pleasure to watch him lose that control with little more than a simple touch from me. Wanting to see how far I could push him, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.

“Fuck.” He gripped my hair, jerking his hips, trying and failing to hold himself back. I cupped his balls and opened my throat, welcoming the feel of his thick length sliding in and out of me. “Can’t stop. Too fucking good.”

I glanced up to find his head thrown back, teeth clenched, veins throbbing in his neck as he tried his best to keep from coming. It was the most beautiful, erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to come. Right here. While he fucked my mouth and lost complete and total control.

I dipped my fingers between my legs, moaning from the blessed friction that offered me a little relief from the aching arousal.

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