49. Donovan
49
DONOVAN
T he engine hums a deep, throaty melody, a fitting soundtrack to the city lights that blur into streaks of neon as I navigate the quiet streets. My hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, finds its way to Abbie's thigh, the warmth of her skin beckoning through the thin fabric of her skirt. I can't resist. She's an irresistible siren's call, and the way she squirms in her seat, her breath coming in short, telling gasps, only fuels the fire within me.
"Donovan," she murmurs, a note of caution laced with something far more potent in her voice, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Eyes on the road."
I steal a smoldering look in her direction, and the sight of her nearly undoes me—lips parted in invitation, cheeks tinged with the most enticing shade of pink. "Can't," I admit, my voice emerging as a low growl. "Not when you're sitting there, looking like pure sin."
Her laughter is soft, a sound that seems to dance along my nerve endings, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. "You're going to get us killed," she chides, though the playful tone undermines any real reprimand. And then, as if her body is acting on its own volition, she subtly parts her legs, granting me access to the sweet, scorching heat at her core.
“Worth it,” I mutter, my fingers sliding higher, tracing the hem of her skirt. She gasps, her hips lifting slightly, and I grin. “You’re not exactly stopping me.”
“I should,” she says, but her hand comes down on mine, not to push it away but to keep it there. “God help me, I don't want to.”
“I’m a great driver,” I say, my hand slipping under her skirt now, the fabric bunching up around my wrist. “Multitasking’s my specialty.”
She laughs again, but it’s cut short as my fingers find the silky fabric of her panties. “Donovan,” she breathes, her hand tightening on mine.
The fabric is damp under my touch. “You’re not driving,” I remind her, my voice teasing as I slip underneath, finding her slick and ready. She moans, the sound vibrating through her and straight into me, a guttural punch that lights a fire in my veins. “But if you want me to stop…” I taunt, already knowing her answer.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her hips canting up to meet my hand, her body speaking a language I’m fluent in. I can’t help the grin that splits my face, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, each pass stoking the fire higher. A sound rips from her throat, needy and raw, that makes me want to pull this damn car over and take her right here on the side of the road.
“You’re killing me,” I say, my voice strained, the effort to keep the car straight on the road a testament to my willpower. “You know that, right?”
“Good,” she says, her eyes fluttering shut as she arches into my touch, her body a live wire under my hands. “Now keep going.”
I chuckle, the sound coming out more of a growl, my own need coiling tighter with every whimper and gasp that falls from her lips. “You’re lucky I’m good at this,” I say, my fingers working her with more urgency now, her breath coming in short, sharp pants that echo in the quiet truck. “Otherwise, we’d be in a ditch by now.”
“Donovan,” she moans, her hand white-knuckling the seat, her body tensing beneath my touch. “I’m close.”
Christ, the way she says my name, it’s enough to send me over the edge. I focus on the road, the hum of the engine, anything to keep from losing control. Because Abbie, with her curves and her smart mouth, is quickly becoming my undoing, and I’m just selfish enough to want to draw this out, to make her fall apart under my hands before I even consider letting go myself.
"I know," I rumble, my voice a growl that seems to resonate with the purr of the engine. "Let it happen. I've got you." My fingers probe inside her, and I'm met with a tight, slick heat that nearly unravels me on the spot. Christ, the way she clenches around me, it's like she's been made for this, for me. I quicken my rhythm, each desperate moan that escapes her lips urging me on. She's a vision beside me, writhing on the leather seat, her face a picture of ecstasy.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her body seizing, her back bowing as she cries out my name. The sound of it ricochets through me, setting every nerve alight with a raw, primal satisfaction. I keep my hand on her, gentling my touch as she shudders through the aftershocks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her skin painted with the rosy hue of pleasure.
"You're freaking insane," she finally manages to say, her voice hoarse with the remnants of her release.
I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips. "You love it," I remind her, reluctantly withdrawing my hand and placing it back on the wheel. She laughs, the sound soft and breathless, and it's like music to my ears. "Now buckle up. We're almost there."
She fumbles with the seatbelt, her legs still quivering from the force of her climax. I step on the gas, the truck surging forward into the night, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon as we race toward my place. With Abbie by my side, her presence a constant temptation, I can't wait to get her behind closed doors and ravage every inch of her all over again.
I guide her up the steps to my front door, my hand resting possessively on the curve of her ass. The key slides into the lock, but I pause, distracted by the way she presses against me, her curves molding to my side.
"Eager?" I ask, my voice rough with need.
"Maybe I just like watching you fumble with keys." She traces a finger down my chest, and I swear under my breath as I finally get the door open.
The moment we're inside, I pin her against the wall, my body caging hers. She moans, those hazel eyes darkening with desire. "Ready for round two?" The words come out as a growl against her neck.
Abbie's lips curve into a wicked smile that sends heat straight to my core. "Let's see if you can keep up."
"Challenge accepted." I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasp as my hands slide down her sides. I'm already addicted. Her fingers pull just hard enough in my hair to make me groan.
I break away, trailing kisses down her neck. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," she breathes, arching into my touch.