Chapter 9
EMILY
Donovan tugged on my hair, causing him to pop free from my mouth, and I was suddenly self-conscious of my abilities. Was I doing it wrong? One look at his molten gaze assured me that wasn’t the case.
“I need to be inside you. Now,” he demanded, and I obeyed.
Retrieving his duffle from the table, he pulled out a condom and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it on as he crossed the room to where I was still kneeling on the bed.
He grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and yanked.
I landed with a surprised yelp on my back, and he settled between my thighs, his length brushing my still sensitive clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, brushing the rogue strands of hair from my face.
My inner teenager preened at his praise.
For so many years, I yearned to hear those words from his mouth.
I was awkward back then, with limbs too long for my body and braces to correct my overbite.
He’d never given me the time of day, but in his defense, I was underage, and he was in his mid-twenties by then.
By all accounts, he shouldn’t have been looking at me that way.
But I wasn’t a kid anymore. I wasn’t a shy virgin making out with her pillow every night and pretending it was Donovan Hughes.
No, I had the real deal right in front of me, and I was about to make my teenage dream come true.
Donovan settled his weight on his elbows and positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed inside slowly, and we groaned in unison. The sensation was almost too much as he slid forward, inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated inside me.
“Don’t move,” he said, dropping his forehead to mine. “Feels too good.” His voice was as shaky as his arms. Testing the waters, I wiggled my hips ever so slightly. His breath hissed through his teeth, and he thrust forward to still the movement. All it did was hit that perfect spot inside me.
“If you don’t move soon, I’m going to have to finish this by myself while you sit by and watch.” He lifted his head, his eyes darkening at the prospect.
“I’m not opposed to seeing that.” A devilish grin spread across his face. “But your next orgasm belongs to me.”
He pulled back and slammed into me, and all the air left my lungs.
The antique bed squeaked and groaned with each thrust, as though it wouldn’t last much longer.
But I couldn't make myself care. If it collapsed beneath us, then so be it. As long as Donovan kept pushing me higher and higher toward release, I didn’t care what happened.
He shifted, changing the angle of his penetration, and the pressure coiled tighter in my belly.
I was a bow strung tight, and a few more plucks would send me flying.
A cry broke from my lips as I shattered beneath him.
My body milked him, spurring on his release.
He collapsed against me, his damp hair tickling my neck.
A shiver ran through his muscular frame, and goosebumps pebbled his damp skin as I ran my fingers soothingly up and down his back.
I wanted to stay like this forever, my body sated and limp, my fantasy come to life, but I needed a shower.
Perspiration dampened my skin, and there were new and delicious aches settling into my body.
I wiggled beneath him, and he lifted his body from mine.
He looked down at me with an expression I’d never seen before.
It was a mix of adoration, trepidation, and uncertainty.
I would’ve given anything to know what was going through his mind at that moment.
Was he wondering what would happen now or if this was a mistake?
I hadn’t thought about how this would change things.
Or wouldn’t. Did we pretend it didn’t happen?
Keep doing it and see where it led? When I decided to seduce my brother-in-law’s best friend, I hadn’t thought about anything past tonight, past this moment. And maybe I should have.
But for now, I was going to enjoy being snowed in with the sexiest Santa alive. And I was ready to take another ride on his sleigh.