for Donovan to come in and save the day. Only he couldn’t come into the bathroom because … well, because Trina was there. Luckily the guy was good at thinking on the fly.
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.
“If you’ll excuse us,” 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, immediately opening 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.
Now on to the fun stuff. I knew right where this was going, but it was Donovan’s turn to take the lead. And lead he would definitely be doing.
I paused for a moment and shook out my hands. But I didn’t stop, not even for more coffee.
When Donovan had followed Kora out of the 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 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 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.
I remembered the time I’d taken some chick into a storage closet. It had been rather eventful.
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.
My thoughts drifted to Presley. What would I do if I had the opportunity to take her into a storage closet? To kiss her lips for the first time? Then it came to me. I’d want to see her face when I took her. So the darkness had to go.
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 her as he touched her.
Cupping her face, Donovan slid his fingers into her hair, firmly holding her in place as he molded his body to hers, pushing her against the wall, her breasts crushed against his chest.
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 them.
“Touch me,” she moaned softly. “Please, touch me.”
Definitely the words a man longed to hear. At least I did, anyway.
Sliding his hand up her thigh, Donovan willed his heart to slow. He was a fucking patient man, always had been; he had trained groomed for moments like this, needing the stone-cold façade in order to keep his opponents on edge. Well, not exactly like