Flipping the Bird (Shift Creek #1) - Carrie Pulkinen Page 0,33

on the dresser. The entire room looked expensive, and she knew first-hand how smelly carpet could get when you left something wet on it overnight.

And the plans she had for him would take all night.

“That makes two of us.” He took off his shirt and laid it next to hers before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.

His hands roamed up and down her back, gliding along her bra before he unhooked it. The garment hung from her shoulders as he held her close, and he slid his fingers into her hair, brushing his tongue to hers.

She slipped off her bra, tossing it aside—it was mostly dry so no harm done to the rug—and she kneaded his firm shoulders as she moaned into his mouth.

“Alice.” His voice was raspy and deep, reminding her again of rocky road ice cream, and she couldn’t wait to taste him.

She unbuttoned his pants, working them over his hips before peeling his underwear—still wet from the creek—down his legs. After toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of his clothing and stood before her, gloriously nude, his rock-hard dick saluting her.

Seriously, the man had a body that would not quit.

Pressing her lips to his chest, she trailed her tongue down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles tightened as she neared her prize. She dropped to her knees, taking his length in her hand and flicking her tongue across his tip.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and then moaned as she took him into her mouth as deeply as he’d go. Then she pulled back, gliding her tongue along the underside of his dick, circling it around the head before taking him in again.

His groans of pleasure thrilled her, and she couldn’t remember a time making a man feel good was this enjoyable. She repeated the motions again and again, until his hands on her shoulders stilled her.

“You better come here, or this will be over before we even get started.”

Releasing her hold, she rose to her feet. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“No, especially when I should be the one worshipping you.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs until they hardened into pearls. Then he bent down, taking one into his mouth, grazing her with his teeth as he unbuttoned her jeans and tried to work them over her hips.

Skinny jeans turned to shrink-wrap when they got wet, though, so hers weren’t nearly as easy to remove. He smiled, though his brow furrowed as he pushed the fabric down. Her hips weren’t having it. The pants would not budge.

“Here, let me help.” Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she wiggled her hips, working the denim down inch by inch. “Heck, if they’d had denim in the Middle Ages, they wouldn’t have needed chastity belts. Give me a minute.”

She shuffled deeper into the room, toward the bed, kicking off her flats on the way. At least her shoes weren’t in cahoots with her traitorous pants.

As she got the fabric down around her knees, she tried one more heavy push, but all she managed was to lose her balance and fall backward onto the mattress.

Donovan chuckled and sauntered toward her. “I think I can take it from here.”

He grabbed the fabric, peeling it down her legs and turning it inside out in the process. When he dropped the wet denim on the floor, she started to warn him about the smell, but thought better of it. She needed this man like she’d never needed anything in her life.

She scooted to the center of the bed, and he dove on top of her, covering her body with his, the warmth of his skin enveloping her like a blanket that was knitted solely for her.

He nipped her earlobe before trailing his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed her skin as he returned his attention to her breasts, teasing one with his fingers while sucking the other into his mouth and sending an electrical sensation tingling straight to her core.

She gasped as he released her, the cool air against her wet nipples hardening them even more as he continued his descent. He kissed his way down her stomach, gently pushing her legs apart until his shoulders fit between. Glancing down, she found him gazing at her, a longing in his eyes that took her breath away.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” His breath was warm against