Page 34 of A Touch Enchanted

“Damn right I am.” He smacked my ass. “And don’t you forget it.”

He continued to thrust into me. I never wanted him to stop. It was like he’d been born to fit me. No one else brought out this level of need, this crazed desire that had me floating and falling all at the same time.

And he’d been right. I could come again.

His hips jerked harder, his rhythm becoming sloppy as guttural, animalistic growls rumbled in his chest. This was the Donovan I wanted to see. Not the skilled lover who could play my body like a song. I wanted him undone. This out-of-control, all-consuming, need-to-come-right-the-fuck-now beast.

He slammed into me one last time, groaning loud and hard in my ear as he emptied himself inside me. The moment he went off, I lost the fight against my last orgasm and went right over the edge with him. Sweaty, spent, and sore, we clung to each as we came back down from the high that could only be achieved from that incredibly intense level of sex.

“I think I’m dead,” he mumbled. “Tell my mom I love her.”

I snorted. “Way to mention your mom while you’re still inside me, Norman Bates.”

“I hate you.” He rolled off of me and pulled me against his side, resting my head on his chest. “You’re the one snuggling with a corpse. Sicko.”

After all the things we’d done to each other’s bodies tonight, things I’d never do with anyone else, we were still us. We’d always be us.

Maybe that was why my insecurities hadn’t taken over, why I could let go of my inhibitions and embrace the parts of myself that I’d never dared to before. Because at the end of the day, there wasn’t anyone else in the world I trusted like I trusted Donovan. Even when he annoyed me or pissed me off, he was still my best friend. That wouldn’t ever change.

I trailed my fingers up and down his stomach, sated and sleepy. I yawned and curled my leg over his. “I’m afraid to go to sleep.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know. I just don’t want this night to end.”

“Think of it this way. The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner we’ll recharge our energy. Then we can do this all over again when we wake up.”

Since he put it that way … I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to sleep. His low chuckle was the last thing I heard as I drifted off for real.

Sunlight streamed through my windows. Too early. Needed coffee.

I sat up and licked the inside of my dry mouth. Toothbrush first, then coffee. Donovan lay next to me, his chest moving with the rhythm of his easy breathing. I pushed his hair off his forehead. He was so peaceful in sleep. Nothing like the pushy, demanding, and dominant side of himself that showed up last night.

Hottest. Sex. Ever.

I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood on shaky legs. Everything was sore. I didn’t think I was that out of shape, but damn. My muscles quivered as I took one tentative step forward. And promptly collapsed on a heap of clean laundry.

The booming laugh above me had me sitting up and pushing the tangle of hair out of my face. “Holy shit. Did you fall over when you tried to walk?”

I crossed my arms and glared at him. “You could get down here and help me up instead of sitting there laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry.” He wiped the tears away from his eyes. “But that was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a little sore.” And a lot mortified. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Please.” He stretched his arms over his head and cracked his knuckles. “I’m an expert walker. Been doing that shit since I was one. I’ve got this.”

He stood and smirked at me over his shoulder. He took two steps toward the bathroom, then veered to the side and crashed headfirst into the door frame. I laughed so hard I started choking while he spun in a circle holding his forehead.

“What the fuck?” He stumbled as he tried to right himself, his grip on the doorknob the only thing that kept him from crashing back down on the mattress.

“You’re drunk, go home.”

“I can’t walk home like this.” He rubbed a hand down his face and held the doorknob like it was his life raft in a turbulent sea. “Call my brother. Tell him to bring a wheelbarrow.”

I crawled around the bed, not trusting myself to stand yet. Once I made it to the bathroom door, Donovan took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I leaned against him as he leaned against me. The light from our palms barely glowed, both of us keeping our magic in check so we could reserve our energy for remaining upright.

Every one of my muscles, muscles I hadn’t even used last night, screamed in protest. A cramp shot through my calf and almost took me out, but I recovered just in time. We should’ve taken an ice bath before bed.

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