lied. “He’s all yours, and he’s exactly what you deserve.”
Trina’s mouth dropped open and Kora could see the wheels spinning. She was trying to come up with something to say, some way to put Kora in her place, but fortunately, the door opened again.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t Donovan this time, either. No, it was a woman. Smiling sweetly, Kora watched as the lady disappeared into one of the stalls. She turned back to the mirror and ignored her sister. A minute passed while the woman took care of business, then returned to wash her hands, all while Kora pretended to fuss with her hair.
Only when the woman left did Kora release the breath she’d been holding.
“I really wish you could just let it go, Kora,” Trina said when they were alone. “Sam and I are happy, and in a few weeks, we’re bringing a child into this world. Together.”
Kora was searching for words when the door opened again. This time, her visitor was the ridiculously handsome man who’d made her panties wet with a few simple words, and his appearance caused her tummy to do a weird flip.
Trina spun around, her eyes widening when she looked at Donovan, but Donovan didn’t say a word. He offered a smile, one that didn’t look apologetic in any way.
Donovan Brashwood, looking sinfully delicious in the expensive dark suit that did little to hide his perfectly sculpted upper body, stood there, holding the door open with his broad shoulder, and Kora’s heart skipped a beat. She half expected him to come inside, send Trina on her way, then push her up against the wall and claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before. Except that didn’t happen.
Seconds seemed like minutes as the three of them stood there, no one speaking until finally Donovan cocked an eyebrow and cleared his throat.
“If you’ll excuse us. Kora and I have some unfinished business to attend to,” Donovan said to Trina as he reached for Kora’s hand while he still held the door open. Kora didn’t look at Trina when Donovan pulled her out into the hall, nor did she look back when he immediately opened another door. Her mind was spinning as she followed him inside the small, dark room, only briefly wondering what had happened to their bathroom plans.
But then, when Donovan put his mouth on hers, she forgot all about the bathroom.
And everything else, for that matter.
WHEN DONOVAN HAD FOLLOWED Kora out of the banquet room, he’d waited a moment at the end of the hallway to see if anyone had noticed. Not that he really gave a shit what those snooty-ass people at the shower thought, but he’d wanted to ensure someone wouldn’t follow them. After all, what he’d said to Kora had been true. He got the distinct feeling that once he was inside her, he wouldn’t be able to stop until they were both delirious.
Then, as he’d suspected would happen, Trina had followed Kora, and a few minutes later, another woman had come down the hall. That was when he’d realized the place was too busy for the bathroom to be clear for long. So, he’d done a little recon, finding an unlocked door to a storage closet directly across from the women’s restroom.
Once the coast had been clear, he’d retrieved her, and here they were.
Except Donovan hadn’t expected this.
His mouth on hers … yeah, that had been the plan, but he hadn’t expected her to be quite so pliant against him. So willing. Eager. Her lips were soft, warm. He tasted the sweetness of 7Up as his tongue collided with hers. And the sexy moans that escaped her… Fuck. This was going to be harder than he’d thought it would be.
Wanting to see her, Donovan reached up, searching the air above his head for the string he’d seen dangling from the single light bulb. When he found it, he yanked, and the light flickered on, bathing them in a dingy yellow glow. It was enough. Enough that he could see every nuance of her expression as he touched her.
Cupping her face, Donovan slid his fingers into her silky hair, firmly holding her in place as he molded his body to hers, pushing her against the wall, her breasts crushed against his chest.
She was soft and warm, her mouth supple beneath his.
Damn.
This was definitely unexpected.
Kora’s hand flattened over his, pulling it from where he’d been cupping her face. She drew his arm down and forced his hand between their bodies.