The panties were definitely staying on.
Chapter Four
Tropical Delight
Michaela woke slowly, as though her limbs weighed ten times more than normal. Unwilling to consider getting out of bed, she rolled over and collided with another body. This one was harder and larger than hers. She stilled at the foreign feeling of being in bed with another person, especially a man, as years had passed since she’d last let a man share her bed. Eyes closed, she racked her memory, trying to figure out who was in her bed and how he’d gotten there.
The last thing she remembered was teasing Donovan at the bar. Slowly, with as little movement as possible, she lifted the sheet and glanced down her body. She still wore her bra and panties. The dress was gone.
Michaela didn’t know what to think about those two facts. She normally slept in the nude and couldn’t stand the restriction of clothing while asleep. The fact that she was still wearing her undergarments didn’t give her a clue about whether or not she’d had sex with the guy lightly snoring beside her.
She lifted the sheet a little and chanced a peak at him. Maybe she would recognise him and remember how he’d gotten there.
The man lying beside her surprised her more than anything. Michaela stared at disarrayed strands of Donovan’s blond hair. It fell across his forehead and a few determined strands stuck to the pillowcase. His normally stern face was relaxed, features softened as he slept peacefully. As usual, he was one of, if not the most attractive man she’d ever seen.
“It’s not polite to stare.”
That gruff, accented voice that she recognised so well jogged her out of her trance. “What are you doing in my bed?” she asked softly. God, if she’d finally gotten laid and couldn’t remember it, she was going to kick her own ass all the way back to Illinois.
Donovan lifted his head and smiled at her. “Relax, Jameson. Nothing happened.”
“Nothing.”
“Uh, we kissed.” He glanced at her in contemplation. The surprise she felt must have been on her face, because he qualified his statement with, “but that’s all. Nothing more. I swear.”
She mentally sighed in dismay. The night, however, had not been a total bust. She’d ended up with a kiss. A kiss she did remember. Barely.
All thanks to her dress.
Michaela’s fashionista sister, armed with her platinum card had taken her shopping the weekend before she departed the States. The itsy, bitsy red dress was the first thing Michelle had picked up for Michaela. According to her, the item was made for her. Michaela made a mental note to thank Shelly for making her purchase it before the day was over.
She lay back upon the thick pillows, closed her eyes and indulged in her memories of the night before. The heat in Donovan’s eyes when he first spotted saw her in it was enough to justify the large price tag.
Thanks, Shelly.
And then that kiss. Although she couldn’t remember it clearly, she knew it had set her on fire. She remembered feeling hot and needy. Sexual. She swore she’d been feeling that heat since she landed in Australia, not because of the warm weather, but because of the man beside her. Donovan was smart, funny, and gorgeous, and when he decided to employ that distinctive Australian charm ingrained within him, she found it difficult not to fall into his arms.
That left her wondering how he’d ended up in her bed if they didn’t do anything, because if she had even half of her senses, she wouldn’t have stopped kissing him.
“So…why…how?” she stammered, unable to get her lips to form the right question.
“You were pretty adamant about not wanting to sleep alone. I was only supposed to lay down long enough for you to pass out, but I feel asleep on duty.”
“Oh.”
He grinned. “Is that disappointment I hear?”
Michaela considered Donovan’s question and what she was going to say in response. Was she brave enough to admit that she was attracted him and did on some level regret the fact that they hadn’t spent the night together? Or would she keep it all inside and pretend her body wasn’t craving this man’s touch?
The second option wasn’t really an option. She’d wanted this man for a long time, or so it seemed. She couldn’t simply ignore the chance to satisfy her hunger.
Michaela lifted her gaze and looked deep into Donovan’s green eyes. “And what if it is?” she asked him.
He blinked in surprise at her bold statement. That was it, no words, not even a grunt. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as she waited for him to respond. She parted her lips, ready to tell him to forget she’d said anything when he leaned forward. “Damn, Jameson,” he groaned just before his lips pressed against hers.
The feel of Donovan’s hard, insistent mouth against hers was just as electrifying as Michaela had hoped it would be. The kiss was real, honest, and so very demanding. It was more than she’d ever expected to get from him. Warmth flooded her system, making her limbs plaint and her heart beat faster as the fever of his mouth filled her.
I could get used to this, she thought as she wrapped her arms around Donovan’s neck and pulled his body atop her. With a groan of pleasure they settled against one another, aligning their limbs as nature had best deemed fit.
“Jameson, this is not a good idea.” The voice was gruff, the words almost tenderly spoken as they whispered against her nape. Slowly, with iron will she opened her eyes to stare at the intricate ceiling. He couldn’t be having regrets, not so soon. She’d only gotten one taste of him and was hungry for more, for everything. Tentative hands moved down the wide expanse of his muscular back. She shivered in delight as the muscles moved beneath her fingertips.
Donovan’s body, his response was telling her so much more than his words did. His muscles were tight, his body coiled, making her think of a hunter waiting to make its move. He needed the right signal.
Donovan was waiting for her. So she breathed the words they both needed to hear into his left ear. “I’m the brainiac here. I’ll tell you if this is a good idea.”
Donovan lifted his head and stared into her eyes. He seemed to be searching for something and Michaela wasn’t sure what he would find. After a moment he relaxed. “So tell me, Jameson,” he whispered as he lowered his head. “Is this a good idea?”
“It’s the best,” she replied with a moan as she rocked her hips against his.
“Fuck.” Donovan’s expletive seemed to explode in her mind as she moved her body against his. It had never felt this right before, this honest. With a flash of intuition, it occurred to Michaela that their arguments had been foreplay.
“I feel like we’ve been leading up to this for some time now,” Donovan murmured before recapturing her lips. She laughed into his kiss, thinking about how they were on the same wavelength. She’d just been thinking that very thought, and here he was voicing it.
The feel of his hands moving down her sides made all thoughts fly out of her mind. Rough fingertips coasted over her flesh, teasing and exciting her until she was shivering beneath him.
“Donovan,” she sighed in delight. His hands stopped at the lace barrier of her panties. She lifted her head and stared into his emerald eyes. Nervous energy hummed through her system as she looked down at him. Holding his gaze, Michaela lifted her hips.
Donovan gave her a quick smile that lit up his eyes before lowering his head and brushing his lips across hers. The act was fast, but demanding. Michaela opened her lips automatically, seeking a deeper touch. The days and nights of sensual teasing from his constant presence erupted on contact. She placed all she felt into the act, moving her lips against his as her hands memorized every inch of naked flesh she could touch. Wet and swift, Donovan’s tongue plunged into her mouth to tangle with hers. It laved over the inner recesses of her mouth, firing up her carnal hunger.
He pulled away from her, separating their hungry lips and moved down her body, placing soft kisses down her torso and over her belly until he reached her panties. A horizontal line of warm, tender kisses
set her already heated skin on fire as Donovan’s mouth moved from left to right.
“Donovan,” she whispered, hungry for physical satisfaction.
He must have heard her unspoken plea for he slipped his hand into her panties to lie over her cunt, covering her full mound.
Michaela closed her eyes when their flesh made contact. Skin moving across skin had never felt so decadent before. “Please, Donovan,” she moaned as she rocked her hips forward.
Determined hands stripped her of her panties and spread her legs. She blushed as she looked down her body to see herself splayed before Donovan nude from the waist down. “I think you’re a little overdressed,” she said softly, eyeing the boxer briefs he wore.
He chuckled. “You first,” he replied as his hands slipped behind her back to unhook her bra.
She shimmied out of the satin to lie upon the mattress. “Now your turn.”
That disarming grin she enjoyed so much returned to his face for a moment. Then he was moving from the bed to stand before her. The dull edge of Michaela’s teeth tightened on her bottom lip when his competent fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear.
“God, I wish you could see yourself right now,” Donovan said softly.
The warmth in his gaze, shifted, changed until an inferno shined in his eyes. Slowly, as though he was being lured to her, Donovan leaned forward and brushed his mouth against Michaela’s. “You are so beautiful.”
Men had complemented her most of her life. They’d told her she was brilliant, hardworking, talented, and dedicated. Not once had she been called beautiful, and with such honest emotion. It took her breath away.
“God, I want you to so badly—” His words stopped abruptly as he shoved his boxer briefs down his hips to pool at his feet. Deftly, he stepped from them and knelt on the bed. “I wanted to take my time, but I can’t. Next time…I promise we’ll go slower next time,” he said, his voice dark, deep, incredibly aroused.
Michaela stared at his naked body, taking in his fineness and wondered how she’d gotten there. She’d been fighting Donovan and her attraction to him from the moment they’d met. Still, look where they ended up.
He’d slid under her defences and captured her without her realising it.
Going home would be hard.
Michaela wasn’t given more time to think about the future. “Stop that,” Donovan growled.
She looked into his face. “Stop what?”
He reached for something on the floor beside the bed. When he straightened she saw he held a condom in his hand. He tore it open and looked at her. “Stop over thinking this. You came here to enjoy yourself. I’m going to make sure you do that…while I enjoy you.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. And oddly, she liked the sound of those words. “Okay,” she replied as she lifted one hand and wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply as he aligned their bodies. Using his lips and teeth, he gave her teasing nips that made her moan in pleasure as his hand moved between their gyrating bodies to tease her naked flesh.
“Knew you were all fire,” he groaned after breaking off their kiss. Then his lips danced upon her flesh, moving over her throat, collarbone, and lower. She shuddered at the feel of his skin gliding along hers as he worked her body.
“Donovan,” she cried out in surprise when two strong hands gripped her thighs, pulled her halfway down the bed and spread her open. Two fingers slid between the slick lips of her sex to reveal her swollen clitoris. She closed her eyes as pleasure from his simple touch hummed through her.
Damn, he’s forceful. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. And then he put his mouth on her. Her hips lifted off the bed and a small shriek, that was a mixture of surprise and carnal bliss, escaped her lips. His tongue pressed against her clit as one finger teased the entrance to her sex, caressing her aching sheath.
Fire streaked through her body, erotic pleasure coalesced in her lower abdomen. She lifted her hips, silently asking Donovan for more of his decadent touch. His finger and tongue traded places, his finger dancing over her clit as his tongue rimmed her pussy until she groaned his name. He stopped immediately.
“Damn you, Donovan.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. Muscles jumped in her belly at the wicked look in his eyes. The angles of his handsome face were tight with arousal, hard with determination. He stroked one thick finger deep into her.
“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes and sank into the touch.
His finger swirled inside her, caressing her inner flesh, tightening the ball of desire that sat low in her abdomen. The finger withdrew, only to return with its brother. Both fingers slowly entered her sex, stretching her slightly. Donovan’s gaze caught hers. “How long?”
Like she was going to admit that to a future lover? “Long enough,” Michaela groaned and lifted her hips, digging her heels into the bed. She grunted when she felt his fingers sink their full length into her cunt.
Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip as she rode his thrusting fingers.
Already she could feel the pressure of her release building. Satisfaction was rarely achieved in bed, never this quickly.
She watched his fair head lower until his mouth was on her. His tongue lashed her clitoris as his fingers thrust in and out of her cunt.
Her eyes slammed shut. Her breathing deepened until she was gasping for air as she rode out the waves of pleasures. For one frightening second, Michaela thought her heart would explode with the force of the pleasure pounding beneath her veins. Along the way, she’d forgotten to breathe. She’d been so focused on what he was doing to her.
She took a deep breath, filled her starving lungs with air, and in the next breath her release was upon her. Fiery pleasure streaked over every inch of her skin. Her body exploded. Her cunt tightened as an orgasm ripped through her body.
The slick sound of his fingers slipping from her pussy rode the pungent sex filled air seconds before his mouth descended upon her cunt, tasting, licking, sucking, until she was screaming his name as a second orgasm tore through her body.
“Please. Oh, God. Donovan.”
“Damn, you’re hot.” He flashed her a smile that was slick, dangerous and utterly predatory before descending on her lips. Her answering smile was cut short by his swift kiss and the feel of Donovan’s erection at the mouth of her pussy.
“God, yes!” Michaela groaned, wrapped one hand around his neck, and bucked her hips against him in excitement. She couldn’t wait to feel him stretching her, claiming her, fucking her hard and deep.
His hands stilled her hips. “Like I said, next time we’ll take it slow.”
She nodded her head in agreement. She’d be willing to promise him anything if it guaranteed that he’d pick up the pace.
Michaela bit her bottom lip at the feel of him sliding inside of her. Her vaginal muscles protested the invasion. She moaned as he stilled.
“Relax, Jameson,” he whispered as his fingers strummed her clitoris, pulling and tweaking the swollen bud.
She closed her eyes as her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. Michaela felt the beginnings of a third orgasm rush through her sex. Donovan thrust deep inside of her. She screamed at the quick but sharp pleasure.
Michaela opened her eyes to find Donovan watching her. There was an inferno in his emerald gaze. “God, you’re…you feel so good.”
She gave him a soft smile. “So do you, so do you, Donnie,” she gasped and rolled her hips.
The golden fan of his lashes lowered and he groaned. “Donnie?”
“I…uh.”
“It’s okay, Jameson. I like it.”
She wrapped both arms around his neck and brought his head down for a kiss. It was tender and sweet, totally at odds with their lovemaking. Donovan withdrew from her only to thrust back in with force. He rocked back, easing himself out of her, and repeat
ed the whole procedure. The slick glide of his hard flesh deep within her wrenched a broken cry from Michaela’s lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to him.
“I need…” Donovan’s raspy, unfinished statement drifted to Michaela a moment before he grabbed both her legs and lifted them to his shoulders. Her scream of pleasure rent the air when he sank deeper within her cunt. A white-hot bolt of pleasure careened through her body and broke her control. She cried out Donovan’s name as her orgasm tore through her.
Her release seemed to snap the rein Donovan held over himself. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the base of her throat, suckling hard, as he pounded into her, plundering her cunt with deep thrusts that drew out Michaela’s orgasm until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore.
With a heartfelt groan Donovan spent himself deep within her folds. She felt a wracked shudder run through his limbs as his growl ripped through the air. Chest heaving as though he had run a marathon, Donovan pulled out of her. His deep breaths misted over her face as he looked down at her.
“God, that was…” she couldn’t think of a word to convey just how magnificent the experience had been.
“I know,” Donovan said with a grin and pulled her close. She ignored the fact that his grin was just a little too smug.
Chapter Five
Sex on the Beach
“Tell me you’re kidding. I hope you’re kidding?” They were on their way out of the Tononga Zoo, located on SydneyHarbour. For the last few hours she’d stared, slaw-jawed, in awe at the many, beautiful animals in residence. More than two weeks into her journey it was the last of the major things she wanted to do while on vacation. Donovan was coming dangerous close to ruining her post-zoo high. “Seriously, Donnie?”
One blond eyebrow arched. Michaela tried to ignore how hot Donovan looked when he gave her his “no chance in hell” look. “Do I look like I’m joking? You can’t go in there alone,” he rumbled.
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