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back down. She wanted him, now, no more
waiting. Liquid pooled between her legs, heating her, but he didn’t touch her
there. “Not yet,” he murmured, his voice hardly above a breath.
    All she could hear now was his voice, the whisper of his
kisses and the gentle whirr of the air-conditioning kicking in from time
to time. It seemed part of the experience. She could hear nothing from outside
the suite. They were alone.
    Finally he reached her thighs, but he took a long time
touching and kissing until she was ready to explode, even before he’d touched
her needy pussy. When he finally did, she could think of nothing else, far
beyond any rational thought. He touched her clit with the tip of one finger and
she expelled her breath in a long sigh. He made that noise again, the one that
sounded as if he were about to taste a special treat and sent her high with
anticipation.
    “Do I need to do anything else?” he mused, teasing her and
wiggling his finger. She jerked and sparks shot through her, but he held her
steady with one hand on her thigh and bent his head.
    Just the touch of his tongue sent her on alert. Every nerve,
every sinew slave to his touch, but this time he treated her as if she were
precious. Sex should be like this always, she thought. Unpredictable, sometimes
one thing, sometimes another. She adored the way he touched her, even more when
he sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed his finger inside her hot, wet
body.
    She’d never come so fast before from oral sex, but he’d
prepared her long and slow, and she was more than ready when he finally kissed
her clit. Then he sucked and rocketed her into a different world, one she
shared only with him. A few luscious draws and she’d finished. He stayed there,
urging her on, and thrust a second finger into her. He held her steady while
she convulsed in waves that made her arch and cry out.
    He didn’t withdraw until she’d finished, and by then she was
gasping with the power of her sudden, powerful orgasm.
    Smiling, he came up the bed to her and reached across to the
bedside table for protection. He tore it open and then rolled on the condom
one-handed. All without taking his gaze from her face. When she hooked a hand
behind his neck he bent to her and she tasted herself on his tongue in her
kiss. The affirmation of his attention seemed almost unbearably sexy.
    He took his time, tasting her, sweeping his tongue along
hers, then along the roof of her mouth. She tasted him in return, in an
exchange of intimacy she rarely allowed. Because she hadn’t wanted to before,
hadn’t enjoyed her taste on somebody else.
    He brought his cock to her pussy and slid it down along the
supersensitive crease, right to her opening. She felt huge, wide for him, but
he still had to push past the outer ring. And then he was in, thrusting firmly
until he lay deep inside her.
    Only then did he finish the kiss and draw away, resting his
upper weight on his elbows and gazing down on her face. “You are wonderful,” he
murmured, that sexy British accent sinking deep into her. Smiling back, she
opened her mouth to speak, but he dropped another, gentler kiss on her mouth.
“Don’t speak. Just feel. And if you need to, say my name.”
    “Donovan.” It sounded better than good, and this time she
meant Donovan, the man. Nobody else was in this room with them, not the rock
star, not the author, not the editor. He’d burned away all their differences.
    He slid out and thrust back in, keeping his movements slow
and sure, almost like a dance, and at the very end of the movement, gave a
twist that rotated the head of his cock inside her. He touched something
inside—her sweet spot—and when she caught her breath, he flashed a grin. “There
it is,” he said and thrust again, this time changing the angle so he stimulated
her with every stroke. Long, sweet and sure. He watched her arousal, and she
felt no shyness. Not with him. He’d taken that initial awkwardness away too.
    He kept