a cloud, reveling in the glow of the orgasm that Donovan had invoked.
“Do you want me to stop by and check on you when we’re done here?” her mother offered.
Hell no. “No, I’m good, Mom. Thanks.”
There was silence on the other end, and Kora could imagine her mother sitting there, the questions filling her mouth, but somehow she managed to swallow them down.
“Okay, honey. I’ll call you later.”
“’Kay.” Kora hung up the phone before her mother got the nerve to ask her if Sam and Trina had been the reason she’d left.
Although she would’ve been able to honestly tell her no, she wouldn’t be able to tell her the real reason she’d fled like her ass had been on fire.
“Shower,” she said to herself as she headed for her bathroom, stripping off her clothes along the way.
For a minute, I allowed my mind to call up the images of Presley in the shower, how beautiful she’d looked naked and wet. I swallowed hard.
While she scrubbed her body, she tried not to think about what it would feel like to have Donovan’s hands on her naked skin. She should’ve known she wasn’t the type who could have a one-night quickie with a guy and be able to not think about him. Especially with a man like Donovan Brashwood.
“You don’t even know him,” she reminded herself as she turned off the water and grabbed a towel.
I thought about that for a moment. About the fact that Kora didn’t really know Donovan. But it didn’t matter to me. She knew enough about him to be intrigued, enough to know that she wanted to see him again and this wasn’t merely physical.
I glanced at the stairs, picturing Presley sprawled out on her bed. I wanted to go back to her, to crawl beneath the blankets and pull her naked body up against mine.
One chapter. I had to finish this one chapter and then I’d be in the clear.
Her house was cold, but Kora didn’t even care. She was hot, and her skin felt too tight for her body, so she kept the towel wrapped around herself as she made her way to the kitchen in search of food. The buzz from the alcohol had long since faded, and though she was tempted to drown herself in more alcohol booze just to forget what had happened, she didn’t think it would help, so why bother?
She opened the refrigerator, peered at the contents, then sighed.
Maybe she wasn’t hungry.
Not for food, anyway.
Kora grabbed the container of orange juice, then twisted off the cap, taking a swig right from the bottle.
While she contemplated adding a little vodka, her cell phone rang. She glanced down at it sitting on the bar, narrowing her eyes when she saw who it was.
“No fucking way,” she mumbled to herself.
There was no way he had the fucking balls to be calling her.
No. Fucking. Way.
Hmm. I definitely liked where this was headed.
The instant he heard her voice, Donovan smiled.
“What the fuck do you want, Sam?”
Yep, just as he’d thought, she didn’t want to talk to her back-stabbing ex. But since he wasn’t Sam, he hoped she wouldn’t be angry for too long.
“Not Sam.”
He was met with silence. It lingered for several seconds, and he didn’t say a word as he made his way out to the porch. When the baby shower had wound down, Donovan had decided to go back to Sam’s for a little while. And under the guise that his cell phone battery had died, he’d asked Sam to borrow his. Just as he’d suspected, Kora’s phone number had still been in his contact list.
“What do you want?” Kora asked, her voice still firm but not quite as deadly as before.
“Your address,” he told her bluntly.
“What? Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Donovan didn’t want to play games with her.
Not once in his life had he found himself this consumed by a woman. Since she’d snuck out of the restaurant, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her. He didn’t think he would be able to until he saw her again.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she mumbled.
“I think it’s a fucking fantastic idea,” he told her, keeping his tone firm.
He didn’t know much about Kora, but he suspected she was used to making the rules. And though Sam was the type to let someone railroad him, Donovan had never been that guy.
“Donovan…”
“Yes?” he asked, glancing back at the door, making sure his brother wasn’t eavesdropping.