“I need you, too,” she whispered.

Fuck.

I looked at my hand against her chest and the contradiction of what that hand could deliver wasn’t lost on me.

The contradiction of me.

I moved my hand and stood.  Picking up the scotch and my glass, I waited for her to stand, and then I followed her.  I took the scotch upstairs with me.  I’d need it tonight.

Chapter Eleven

Layla

Donovan’s need matched mine, but he fucked me slower tonight.  He didn’t have the wild, driving desire of last night. Instead, he blessed me with his touch.

It was almost like a spiritual experience.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing me while I stood, and wordlessly stripped me, eyes focused on my body rather than my face.  Once he had me naked, he snaked his hands around me and rested them on my ass.  He bent forward and pressed a kiss to my stomach.  A growl came from his chest, and he gripped my butt tight, kissing my stomach as if he was kissing my mouth.  I dropped my head back and grasped his hair while the pleasure spread through me.

When he’d finished kissing all over my stomach, he moved lower to my pussy.  His hand slid down the back of my leg and he lifted it so he could place my foot on the bed.  He opened me up to him, and my core clenched as he licked along my slit.  He growled again, a deep growl that vibrated against my opening, and I moaned my pleasure.

It was a slow, exquisite torture as he gently moved his tongue and fingers inside me.  He would get me close and then back off, leaving me to ride the waves of bliss, and then pant for more.  I was desperate for him to drive me over the edge, but I sensed he needed this to go slow tonight, so I took what he was willing to give until he was ready to give more.

Donovan lost himself in me.  His slow movements gradually built and his grip on me tightened, bit by bit, until he was roughly grasping me and holding me firm to his mouth.  As he finally brought me to my release, my legs trembled and threatened to buckle.  Brilliant white lights burst through my mind as every inch of my body felt the orgasm he’d given me.

“Baby,” he rasped.

Yes.

I opened my eyes and looked into his.  He was sitting on the bed, watching me closely.  Waiting for me.

“Yes,” I whispered, my mind a hot mess of thoughts after that orgasm.

“Come here.”  He pulled me onto his lap, and I went willingly.

I crawled onto him and wrapped my legs around him.  He was still fully clothed, which irritated me, and my hands went to the bottom of his tee and began lifting it over his head.  His arms went up as I pulled it off.  I threw it on the floor and put my hands on his chest.

Oh god, I could get used to this man.

His hands travelled up my arms to my neck.  A moment later, his gaze shifted to my neck and he bent to lay soft kisses on the marks he’d put there last night.  I tilted my head to allow him access and enjoyed the feel of his mouth on me.

“Not gonna mark you tonight,” he mumbled in between kisses.

“I don’t mind,” I confessed.  “I love your teeth on me.”

His hands curled tighter around my neck, and he slowed his kisses until he was still.  His breathing grew ragged and he spoke in a strangled voice.  “No, not rough tonight.”

I sucked in a breath at the ravaged tone in his voice.  It was like he was fractured somehow, not completely himself.

My natural instinct to nurture kicked in, and my hands moved to his face.  I held both cheeks and whispered, “Look at me.”

His head jerked up, and he stared at me with eyes that made me want to wrap him in my arms and never let go.  He didn’t utter a word, just waited for me to speak.

I moved one hand to run it gently through his hair while keeping hold of his cheek with my other hand.  Moving my face to his, I brushed my lips over his and forced him to kiss me.  His mouth opened to let me in and our tongues tangled with the passion consuming us.

When I ended the kiss, I trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck.  I lightly bit him there to test his reaction.  His sharp intake of breath and the way he pressed his erection into me told me what I needed to know, and I bit harder and sucked him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands moving down to hold my breasts.

I continued what I was doing while he ran his hands all over my body.  He worked me into a frenzy with his touch, and I was breathless with need by the time I moved my mouth from his neck.  Pulling his face back to mine, I murmured, “You need to fuck me now.  Rough, hard, slow, whatever...I don’t care how, just do it.”

His body tensed and his arms came around me as he stood, holding me to him.  God, I loved the strength this man had.  My legs were wrapped tight around him, but I had no doubt that, if I was to let go, he’d still be able to hold me up with ease.

Once he was standing, he turned and placed me on the bed.  Eyes on me, his hands went to his belt and he stripped.  I held his gaze until he was naked.  His body was too spectacular not to look at, and I let my eyes roam all over him.  My pussy screamed out for his hard cock, and I moved myself up the bed, ready for him.

He rolled a condom on, and then bent his hands to the bed to climb on top of me.  Holding himself over me, face to face, he growled, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.  Haven’t wanted a woman as much as I want you in a long fucking time.”

Fuck me.

I pulled his face the short distance to mine and kissed him with everything I was feeling.  He pressed his cock to my entrance.  I was so ready for him and pushed up against him.  He growled his pleasure into my mouth, which only made me want him more.  I wrapped my legs around him, locked them in place and used my muscles to pull his body closer to mine.  At the same time, I pushed my pussy against his cock and thrust up to take him inside.