Page 131 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

She nodded. “How about this?” She ran a hand down his chest,across his stomach, and over his rib cage.

His muscles flexed under her touch, the ridges that coveredhis lean midsection fascinating her. “That works, too.”

“What about this?” She shrugged the shirt off her shouldersand began unfastening her jeans, her fingers shaking more than she would haveliked. This whole seduction thing was proving far more complex than she’dthought. Even though she was the actor, and he the act-ee,she felt like she was the one being seduced every time he gazed at her, hisnarrowed lids making his irises glisten all the more.

He watched her hands with something similarto hunger, and she noticed his chest rising and falling a bit quickerthan it had before. That fact delighted her.

She managed to unfasten the button and get the zipperhalfway down, but the restricted space was becoming a problem. “Hold on,” shesaid before scooting her butt over the console and reclining on thepassenger-side seat. Once there, she shimmied the jeans over her hips and downher legs, only to realize she was wearing boots. “Keep holding on. I’m still onthis step. Withhold judgment.”

“Not. A. Problem.”

She eased into a crunch to peer at him from over her knees. Or one knee. The other leg was in the air asshe tried to get the boot off. Even so, he studied her, his expression part taxassessor and part wolf. Whatever he was thinking, she liked it. The muscles inhis jaw bunched as he watched her work, and his tongue slid out to lick his toplip.

When she finally got the damnedboot off, she kicked off the jeans, but he slid a finger into her powder-bluepanties, the backs of his fingers brushing over her clit in the process,spiking something wonderful deep inside her.

“These, too.”

“Okay.” She peeled off the lingerie and sat up, her breaths now coming in short bursts. But he was gone.“Donovan?” she asked just as the back door opened.

He climbed into the back seat and said softly, “Come here.”

The butterflies in her stomach took up strategic positionsand attacked with a bloodthirsty kind of vigor. She filled her lungs then stoodto scale the seat. Once she was halfway, he helped her, lifting her over the backrests and onto his lap, where she once again straddledhim. She settled onto him, not missing the outline of his cock between hislegs.

He pushed a stray lock of hair back from her face and pulledher down until her mouth was on his again. He parted her lips with his tongue,and while that felt wonderful, his fingers sliding over her clitfelt even better. She stiffened and grabbed his wrist. Not because she didn’tlike it, but because she liked it too much.

“It’s okay,” he said at her mouth as though he knew exactlywhat she was thinking. Maybe he did. She didn’t care in the least. One arm slidaround her shoulders and pulled her closer as though to hold her still as heworked. “Spread your legs farther.”

She realized she’d clamped her legs against his as thoughtrying to close them. She tried to relax, but the waves of pleasure pulsingthrough her wouldn’t allow it.

He pulled her to him until his mouth was ather ear. “I’m going to have you for dinner now.”

“What?” she asked, her voice a breathy ghost of what it hadbeen only minutes earlier. But she understood when he put his arms under herknees, scooted down a bit, and lifted her until her clitwas at his mouth.

She gasped aloud and grabbed handfuls of his hair. Histongue brushed softly between the folds of her core, teasing her clit with delicious precision. Her muscles contracted inresponse, and she felt warmth pool in her abdomen. A sharp tightness coileddeep inside.

Without breaking contact, he twisted and laid her on theseat, his thick arms easily handling her weight. She rose onto her shoulderblades anyway, jutting her hips heavenward, worried he would stop. To keep himlocked to her, she curled handfuls of hair into her fists, and while shecouldn’t be certain, he may have laughed. But it was worth it. Anyembarrassment she may suffer later was nothing compared to what this man wasdoing with his tongue.

He combined swirls with soft suckling and occasional kisses.But the fingers sliding into her warmth were her undoing. The pressure in herabdomen built to a piercing release of pleasure. Itspilled into her in wave after succulent wave. She bucked off the seat as hepushed his fingers into her in time with her climax.

Then he eased on top of her and trailed hot kisses up herneck and across her jaw until he captured her mouth with his. As she soaredonto another plane of existence, he slid into her in one smooth thrust. Themovement caught her off guard. She clamped around him as his thickness sent herspiraling a second time.

He pushed into her slowly at first, but she wanted more. Andshe wanted it faster. She lifted her hips off the seat again and grasped hisrounded buttocks to force him deeper, glad that the doctor’s body was not asvirginal as she.

“Doc,” he said, his voice deep and breathy, but that was allhe said before he climaxed himself.

It was only fair. She was going on her third peak, thesensations washing over her like heroin mixed with highly volatile explosives.She held her breath, hoping for one more second of ecstasy, one more moment ofpleasure. When Donovan shuddered and groaned, his expression part euphoria andpart agony, she got it. His release lengthened hers, and she watched hisgorgeous face tense and relax when he came down.

He started to collapse onto her but stopped himself, so shepulled him down and wrapped her arms and legs around him in a vise grip as theypanted in rhythm.

“On a scale of one to ten?” she asked after a few minutes,and he laughed, a deep, husky thing that almost sent her over the edge again. “Soooo, maybe a nine-point-three-eight-five?” When he onlykissed her neck, sending spirals of pleasure down her spine, she decided forherself. “It was a nine-point-three-eight-five.”

* * * *

Sia had never felt anything like that in her life.She’d read all about orgasms in both nonfiction and fiction books, but thereality was so much better. So much sharper. So much more earth-shatteringlyintense.

She kissed Donovan softly on the mouth and then left himsnoozing in the back seat of his truck to get a fresh set of clothes from hercar. Unable to stop herself, she gazed lovingly at the bracelet he’d insistedshe wear until they could get her one that fit her wrist better. For now, shewould cherish this one.

After crawling into the back seat, she opened her suitcaseand sought out a fresh set of clothes. They planned to drive straight throughto North Carolina. Donovan had agreed to help her find her friends, and one ofthem was inhabiting a pastry chef in Asheville named Pamela Dubois. But theywould have to find some showers soon—one of the perks of living on this plane.She tugged on her shoes and grabbed the iron dagger. Since Donovan had insistedshe take his bracelet, he would carry the dagger in his belt. Have it at the ready. Just as she started to head back to histruck, Benji’s voice popped into her head.