Chapter Twenty-Seven
When Phoebe and Donovan reached the lake he pulled the dinghy down to the bank, pushed it into the water and rowed them across to the house. But when they climbed onto the small dock, he suddenly moved his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
“Why is your face so flushed?” he murmured.
“Because you have that look in your eye.”
“What look is that?”
“You’re about to ravage me.”
“You’re right,” he said with wicked grin as he deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
“But Donovan! What if someone comes?”
“Like who?”
“I don’t know,” she exclaimed as he slipped it down her arms and tossed it aside. “A gardener, or Jane and Trevor might decide to join us.”
“I thought you were a risk taker,” he remarked, unsnapping her bra and throwing it on top of her shirt.
“I am, but—”
“But nothing. Take off your slacks…take off everything.”
“You seem to be doing a pretty good job of undressing me without my help.”
Laughing out loud, he quickly stripped while she removed her slacks and underwear.
“I can’t believe I’m standing here naked. I feel so exposed,” she exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You are so bad.”
“That’s why we make such a great pair. You are too.”
“Why did we have to do this here? Why not wait until we were in the house?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“I’m almost afraid to ask what you’re—” but before she could finish he picked her up and stepped to the edge of the narrow dock. “No! Not the lake!”
Her protest fell on deaf ears. As she hit the water he jumped in after her, and though she began wildly splashing him he soon had her under control.
“You, Donovan Blake, are a wild man,” she exclaimed, giggling as she tried to squirm out of his grasp, “but that’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
The words had unexpectedly spilled from her lips. Startled, and not sure what to do or say, she fell quiet and looked across at the willows.
“Do you mean that?” he asked, lowering his voice.
“That you’re a wild man, of course,” she replied flippantly.
“Phoebe, don’t be coy. I have to know…because…I can’t believe I’m saying this...I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“Why can’t you believe you’re saying it?” she asked, shifting her gaze back to him.
“This—how we are—how I feel—it just doesn’t happen to me. But it has. I’m crazy about you. So did you mean it?”
“Every word,” she whispered.
He stared at her for a brief moment, then suddenly his lips were on hers crushing her mouth. The kiss seemed never-ending, until they finally broke apart and made their way to the bank. As they climbed onto the Lake House porch, he took her hand, led her inside, then across to a door he guessed was a bedroom.
He was right.
As they fell on the bed he rolled her on her back, rested his weight on top of her and hungrily consumed her breasts. She sighed and whimpered until he placed his hardness against her entrance and thrust into her channel. Fiercely pumping, he evoked loud cries, then abruptly slowed and sucked her neck, making her softly moan.
“I should spank you…hard,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
“Why?” she panted, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re way too gorgeous. Too sexy. Too smart. Too everything. But right now all I want to do is devour your body and hear you scream when you come.”
“Ohh…that turns me on so much.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grunted, raising himself up to clutch her breasts as he pumped. “But you’ll only climax when I say.”
“That did too…”
“You love my control.”
“Yes, yes.”
He suddenly stopped, but stayed buried inside her.
“You’re mine, Phoebe Beaumont, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That was the perfect answer, and now I’ll let you come. Are you ready?”
“I’m close,” she breathed. “Very close.”
“I’m going to count to ten, then you’ll give me your climax, is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir…oh…this is making me so hot….”
As he thrust with strong, slow strokes, he gripped her wrists, held them over her head and clasped them together with one hand. When he reached the number four, he returned his mouth to bite her nipples. At six he changed his angle, making sure his cock rubbed against her clit, then sensing she was at the edge he quickened his pace.
“Eight…are you ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
“Nine…are you sure?”
“Yes, please, please…”
“Ten. Give it to me, give it to me now!”
He wasn’t wearing a condom, and though he’d planned to pull out her explosive orgasm hurtled him forward and he erupted. There was no control, no sense of when it would end. Groans rose up from deep inside him, and his body shook as if in the grips of an electric shock. Then suddenly the spasms waned…and it was over.
Feeling weak and totally drained he slipped from her depths and collapsed beside her. Their coupling had been blindingly powerful…almost spiritual…and when her limbs wrapped around him and she let out a heavy sigh, he felt strangely complete.
“Donovan, what was that?”
“I’m not sure, but I think our souls touched.”