his skin, the insistent beating of his pulse.
“Too much,” she whispered. “You make me feel too much.”
“I know, love,” he said. “I feel it, too.”
She wasn’t sure if that was the truth or if Donovan was just telling her what she needed to hear, but for a brief moment, she allowed it to be true.
Their bodies moved together as he reached above her, gripping the headboard and pulling himself forward, going deeper inside her, never stopping, until she wasn’t sure she could handle the orgasm that was blossoming, ready to burst.
“Donovan … Donovan…” She wasn’t sure what she needed to say.
“Come for me, Kora. It’s okay to let go.”
As though she’d needed his permission, her body ignited, then detonated when he thrust inside her once more. And when he stilled, she knew he hadn’t come yet, but she wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.
“Not through with you yet,” he told her, rolling them both until she was sitting astride him. “It’s your turn, Kora. Love me.”
And suddenly, she knew that there was no way out; she was falling and falling fast, unable to stop, the velocity too intense. So intense she feared the fiery crash, but there was no way to stop it, so she quit trying.
Planting her hands on his chest, Kora rocked her hips, keeping her eyes locked with his as she brought him the same pleasure he’d brought her, making love to him as he’d instructed, her mind, body, and soul merging as one.
“That’s it, love.”
She could see the way the lines near his mouth tightened as he tried to hold back. But Kora didn’t want him to hold back. He’d asked for all of her, and now, suddenly, she wanted all of him, too.
“Don’t,” she whispered, catching his attention. “Don’t hold back.”
“Never, Kora. Not with you.”
Donovan gripped her hips and began controlling the motion of them, neither of them looking away, until she felt the tingle ignite in her core once more, radiating outward, growing stronger and stronger until, once again, an orgasm crashed through her. She rode the waves of pleasure as Donovan pulled her down to him, his lips finding hers as he bucked his hips, driving up into her, letting himself go.
I knew just how Donovan was feeling. Everything that Kora felt was exactly how I wished Presley felt. I needed her to break down those walls, to let me in. Donovan was on to something. While I pushed back, Donovan hadn’t allowed an emotional inch to get between them. He was taking what he wanted because, deep down, he knew Kora wanted it, too.
Donovan had known the moment he’d seen her that this woman was different than all the others. Even if at this point he didn’t know certain things about her, he knew who she was, understood her resolve, what drove her, where she wanted to go. Those things were probably the most important, as far as he was concerned.
And perhaps it was stupid, considering how little they knew one another, but he never wanted to let her go. Not now. Not tomorrow.
If he gave Kora an inch, she’d take it. She would find a way to push him out of her life, and he’d be back where he’d started. Not once in his thirty-two years had he felt like this. Not once had anything in his world come close to making him as happy as Kora did.
Sure, they had a long road ahead of them, but he was willing to put in the miles, to go the distance, to learn every nuance about this woman, because he knew in his gut that she was it for him.
He wouldn’t tell her he loved her, wasn’t sure he was at that point yet, and he knew she wouldn’t tell him, but what had happened between them had been a hell of a lot more than just passion or lust.
It had been everything, just as he’d wanted.
“That was…” Kora didn’t finish as she rolled onto her back.
“Incredible,” he finished for her.
Her head turned and their eyes met.
“Well, I was gonna say unexpected, but that works, too.”
“Unexpected, huh?” He’d have to agree with her there.
When it came to life, he welcomed the unexpected.
Especially when her name was Kora Madison.
The End
I knew what I needed to do. It had never been clearer to me than right this moment.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Jake
Wednesday night
As I sat on my couch, content that I’d finally finished the book, I grabbed my cell phone and pulled up Presley’s number, then typed