this. But he knew how to maintain his cool, how to slow his heart rate so that he could think clearly.
Except at that moment, all the coaching and schooling he’d endured was fucking useless because he was overwhelmed by this woman. Her scent, her taste, the smoothness of her skin against his palm.
“Kora,” he mumbled, pulling his mouth from hers and kissing her jaw, her neck. “You sure about this?”
“So sure,” she said, her fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him to her. “Need this.”
He did, too. So fucking much it hurt.
Here was a woman he’d met less than an hour ago, and he felt as though he’d known her forever, felt as though every touch was at least a year, yet it would never be enough. What it was about her, he didn’t know, wasn’t even sure he wanted to know, but he was sucked into her orbit, captivated beyond measure.
That was exactly how I’d felt when I met Presley for the first time. As though everything, including me, was revolving around her, centered on her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about all the things I wanted to do to her.
I took a deep breath and got back to writing.
Sliding his finger beneath the elastic band of her panties, Donovan lifted his head to watch her.
“You’re wet for me,” he whispered against her cheek. “So wet.” He dipped his finger inside her, the warm clasp of her body cunt gripping him.
“Don’t tease,” she muttered. “Want to feel you.”
“Condom,” he told her. “In my wallet. Inside pocket of my jacket.”
He continued to tease her slowly, flattening his palm against her clit while he curled one finger, then two, inside her while she reached for his wallet.
“Open it,” he instructed when she held out the small foil packet.
Donovan continued to watch her as she tore open the foil with her teeth, her breaths raspy, interspersed with sharp inhales and sexy moans. He didn’t let up, continuing to finger her while he waited patiently.
“Put it on me.” He didn’t want to stop touching her, but he knew he would have to or this could take forever, and at this point, his cock was rock hard, throbbing incessantly, desperate and aching.
He’d had hookups before, but never this sudden. And possibly not this fantastic.
Shit, I’d had hookups before, but never had they been this good. Maybe it was because I hadn’t found the right woman yet.
It took her a minute to free him from his slacks, then roll the condom down his length. He hissed in a breath when she stroked him firmly, making his eyes cross.
Although he suspected this was supposed to be a one-time encounter, Donovan wasn’t sure once would be enough.
In fact, he knew it wouldn’t.
Fuck.
I knew where this was headed, but for some reason, I had to stop. As much as I wanted to write the sex scene, I couldn’t. Usually, it would’ve been so easy, but right now … my thoughts drifted to Presley once more and…
It was all gone.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jake
Nine days later
Tuesday morning
Going to New York in February… Fucking shit.
How was it possible that I’d been back in Texas for only a year, yet this fucking weather seemed downright lethal? Let’s just say, it wasn’t the romanticized version you saw in movies or read in books. It was fucking cold. In fact, it seemed like a place Eskimos would get sent to for punishment of a crime committed.
Sure, there were things I missed about it, but definitely not the glacial temperatures.
I made a note to only come back in the warmer months.
Although I’d been here several times, once for two months as research for one of my books, then for the five years I’d lived there, I was instantly reminded that I did not fit in. Truly. Downtown Austin looked like fucking Mayberry compared to this place. While a couple thousand people swarming the streets of Austin was a lot, in this place, twenty thousand seemed like a low number.
Not only was I inundated by the sheer number of people moving about, but the fucking frigid, shrivel-your-nuts cold wasn’t something I’d willingly subject myself to anymore. Not if I didn’t have to.
Unfortunately, I had to.
It’d been a week and a half since I’d talked to Liz, so when she’d left me a heated voice mail, informing me that I needed to come to New York on her dime so we could have a little chat, I knew I couldn’t argue. My deadline was looming—twenty days and counting—and