Free Death of a Waterfall (The Hayden Falls Saga) by Kara Leigh Miller Page A

her dorm unexpectedly, back when things were just a little simpler. Donnie sat on Teghan's bed and she cringed at the sight of him. She pulled a can of soda from the mini-fridge and handed it to him. "Better put that on your face before it starts to swell," she said.
    Donnie put it on his cheek, underneath his right eye. "Ouch." He winced.
    Teghan huffed. "Serves you right." She gathered some clothes from her dresser and grabbed her cosmetic bag from the desk. "I'm going to change. I'll be right back."
    He tossed the soda on the bed and grabbed Teghan's hand as she walked by, pulling her down onto his lap. "I'm sorry."
    "For what?"
    "For fighting with Alex."
    "It's not like you punched yourself in the face." Teghan sighed. "I just never thought Alex would do something like that."
    "He'll be okay, Teghan."
    She looked at him, at the remorse in his eyes, at the bruises on his face, and at the sadness pulling on his lips. Teghan tossed her clothes and makeup to the floor. Taking his face into her hands, she gently kissed his bruised cheek before making her way to his mouth. Her kiss was soft at first, and then became harder, demanding. It was a greedy kiss, ripe with passion that left her hungry for more. She kept her lips on his as she adjusted her position on his lap and straddled him.
    "Teghan." He groaned with pleasure as he began to work the buttons on her blouse.
    Her breath hitched when he guided her shirt from her shoulders. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her on his lap as he fumbled to unhook her bra with one hand. "Here." Teghan reached behind her back. "Let me help." Donnie cupped her breast in his hand before taking it into his mouth. His tongue raked over her nipple, coaxing it into a tight, hard peak. Teghan arched toward him, her head falling to her shoulders. The feel of his hot mouth on her lit a fire deep in her that raged with each flick of his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him to her. She bit her bottom lip. "Mmmm," she moaned. God, why hadn't she let this happen sooner?
    Donnie wrapped his other arm around her waist, lifted her off his lap, and laid her on the bed. He came over her, pressing his erection between her thighs. He slanted his mouth over hers, and their tongues feverishly slashed at each other as if they were both afraid the other would put an end to what was about to happen; to what they both so desperately wanted from each other. "Donnie," she breathed against his lips.
    "I've wanted you from the moment I met you." He kissed down her neck, lingering on her rapid pulse before savoring the salty warmth of the valley between her breasts. His kisses were deliberate, firm yet gentle. He looked up at her under his lashes, a roguish grin on his face, as he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off over her hips. "You're so sexy," he whispered as he stood and removed his jeans.
    The sound of his voice, deep, husky, drowning with need, whispering seductive compliments had her pausing for the briefest second. The knowledge that he was going to be the second lover she'd ever had, that they'd reached the point of no return, made her wonder if this was really what she wanted. He was so purely male it was slightly intimidating. Sex with Alex had always been gentle and loving. She had a feeling that sex with Donnie would be just the opposite and that terrified her. Could she really go through with this? Then he touched her again, and her mind went silent.
    He ran his hand down her naked body until he found the silky slit between her thighs. A startled, desperate cry tore from her lips when he slid a finger into her fiery hot warmth. She dug her heels into the mattress and pushed against his hand, urging him to go deeper. Donnie nipped at her bottom lip and bit at her neck. She cried out as the pleasure-pain ripped through her body. Donnie stroked the delicate flesh, coaxing it, teasing it until Teghan was moaning his name. More! She needed more of him. He slid his finger