Defensive Heart: The Donnolleys, Book 2

by Dorothy F. Shaw

She’d been prepared to deal with rough, maybe even a little eager to experience a night of unhinged passion, but instead, he was treating her with an unexpected gentleness. It made her uncomfortable, birthing an entire new flock of nerves in her tummy. In addition, Sonja feared he might actually breach all her walls. Feelings she had no intention of entertaining stirred in the recesses of her mind. Along with them, something akin to terror raced through her body, making her realize how closed off, how…frigid she’d become.

  With a trembling hand, she threaded her fingers through his soft, thick hair. James moaned and gave her inner thigh a gentle nip. Taking his response as a green light, she tightened the grip on the strands and tugged. He growled and gripped her other thigh.

  Glancing up, he trailed his tongue closer to her core and tugged her panties down her legs. “Be careful, Sonja.”

  “Why?” She stroked her fingers down his cheek. “Tell me why I should be careful?”

  James rose between her legs and spread her thighs farther apart. His grip was tight on her flesh, but not painful. Running his thumbs up her inner thighs, he stopped before reaching her center. “Because I don’t want to lose control with you.”

  “What if I don’t want to be careful?” She ran two fingers over her clit and moaned. “What if I want you to lose control?”

  “I’d say you have no idea what you’re asking for.” His gaze locked on to where she touched herself.

  She circled the bundle of nerves before dipping her fingers inside her entrance and drawing the warm moisture up over her clit. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it anyway.”

  Jimmy ran his palm over his goatee and tried to swallow, but his throat had gone bone dry. Jesus fucking Christ, the woman was going to be the death of him. This was the fire hiding on the other side of the ice he knew he’d find in her.

  Sonja rubbed tight little circles over her clit and arched on his bed. “Lose control, James.” She returned those slender fingers to the mouth of her pussy and dipped them inside again, but this time deeper.

  Fuck! He’d wanted to take it nice and slow with her. He’d wanted to worship every inch of her body. And he would, but seeing her like this—pleasuring her body right in front of him—was his undoing. His dick grew impossibly harder in his boxers.

  Oh, yes, he’d worship her body for damn sure. However, it wasn’t going to be slow and tender, like he’d first intended. Nope. Now, it would be hot, hard and uncontrollable. He stood and slid his boxers off. “Sonja…”

  “Yes?” Her voice was a bare whisper, with lids half closed while she pleasured herself.

  He fisted his cock in his hand and her eyes widened. “I want you to play with that perfect little pussy of yours until you come.” He cupped his balls in his palm and stroked from the base to the head with the other. God, she was so fucking beautiful laid out before him in this way. A bead of arousal oozed from the tip of his erection and his sac grew tight. He rubbed the fluid over the head and groaned.

  “I don’t know if I—” she gasped and arched again, “—don’t know if I can do it. I’ve never done that before.”

  “Good. You can for me. Fuck, look at that tight cunt of yours swallow your fingers. Show me again, mo chroí.” Shit. The Irish term his father often used slid past his lips before he had a chance to stop it.

  “Wha…” The word slid out on a breath. “What did you just call me?”

  He bit his lip and shook his head. “Just an Irish endearment. Keep going.” God, what the fuck was he thinking? My heart. That’s what he’d called her. Thank God she didn’t know the words, because he was damn sure she would’ve bolted from the bed.

  Sonja met his gaze and nodded before returning her focus to his cock in his fist. When she started rubbing her pussy again, Jimmy blew out a breath and relief washed over him. She licked her kiss-swollen lips. “James, talk to me.”

  A bolt of lust shot down his spine and Jimmy went to his knees between her legs. “Dip your fingers inside again. Goddamn, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to have you on my tongue.”

  “Mmm.” She curled her long legs around his hips. “I’ve never had anyone talk to me the way you do.”

  He ran a hand up her inner thigh. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Spread your lips apart for me. Let me see how wet your cunt is.” His focus was riveted on the sound of the soft breaths and little moans escaping Sonja’s lips.

  Doing as he asked, Sonja spread her folds apart. He took in the sight of her wetness and couldn’t suppress the growl erupting from his chest. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s perfect. My mouth is watering right now.” Jimmy bent over her and took her mouth in a hard kiss, and the head of his dick nudged at her opening.

  She whimpered into his mouth and raised her hips off the mattress; the delicious heat from her wetness coated the tip of his cock. Jimmy jerked from the kiss, but his hips refused to follow suit. Sweet, warm heaven began enveloping him. “Sonja. Fuck. Wait!” Unable to stop, he shifted his hips forward and pressed the head a little deeper. “Fuck, woman.”

  “Oh God. I need you inside me. Please?”

  Biting back another curse, he somehow forced himself to pull back. “I need to… Fuck, you’re so warm and soft. Dammit, I need to get a condom.”

  “Crap. I wasn’t even thin— Mmm.”

  He kissed her again, then trailed his lips down her throat. “And I have to taste you first.”

  Sonja ran her hands over his back and around to his sides; her long nails dug into his flesh. The small sting of pain sent scalding pleasure down his spine and straight to his balls. Jimmy moaned and moved to her breasts, licking between them, and then to one taut nipple.

  They were flawless. Little quarter-sized, pink areolas with firm nipples the size of eraser tips. Perfect for nibbling on. He’d almost lost his mind when he pulled her dress down earlier and saw them for the first time. He sucked one tight bud into his mouth and rolled his barbell piercing over the tip.

  Sonja gripped the back of his hair and cried out, arching against him. Jimmy growled and nipped the peaked flesh and drew it deep into his mouth. She tasted like sweet heaven on his tongue. With his other hand he massaged its mate and rolled the firm nipple between his finger and thumb. Then he pinched and tugged the tip.

  She gasped, tightened her long legs around his waist and raised her hips off the bed. Her hot pussy made contact with his length again. Jimmy unconsciously thrust his hips forward, sliding between her wet folds. Jesus! Fuck! God, yes!

  “Don’t stop.” She clawed at his shoulders.

  He pulled from her nipple with a growl and moved down her body. He had to taste her first. Plus, if he didn’t get his dick away from her heat now, he was going to slide inside. Screw the condom. He knew he was clean, he’d been tested, but still, shit happened. And he wasn’t about to assume anything. Not until they talked about it.

  He dragged his tongue over her velvet skin and Jimmy’s head spun in sheer ecstasy. He was drunk on her. The taste of her. The scent of her. The feel of her body. Her everything was all over him. It was too much to bear, yet he couldn’t get enough.

  To him, Sonja was the essence of heaven. To him…she was perfection.

  Smoothing his palms down her body, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist and kissed and licked a path to her stomach. She moved her hands to the back of his neck. “James.”

  When he progressed lower, kissing above the thin patch of pubic hair, her fingers tightened and her nails dug into his skin. Raising his head, he blew a breath over her clit. Her stomach visibly jumped and a whimper left her lips. The sound made every muscle in his body get tight. Jimmy glanced up her body—she had her eyes closed, her lips parted. “Look at me.”

  Sonja dragged in a breath and opened her eyes. Jimmy lowered his head and, keeping his gaze locked with hers, licked over her clit. She jerked
beneath him and moaned.

  He snaked out his tongue and licked through her slit. Heaven. Fucking heaven. “Don’t take your eyes from mine, Sonja.”

  “Oh God. James. Please?”

  Sliding his hands over her hips to her thighs, Jimmy spread her legs and raised her knees over his shoulders. “Please what?” He ran his tongue through her wet slit again. “More of that? Or this?” He sucked her clit between his lips, rolling his tongue over it along with his piercing.

  Sonja shifted her hips forward and he dived in, gorging himself on her sweetness. Drunk. He was definitely drunk on all that was Sonja-the-lawyer. And it wasn’t going to be “last call” anytime soon.

  “Yes. Yes!” Her high-pitched words rode out of her between her pants for breath.

  Oh, yeah. There it was. This was what he wanted from her.

  Unable to catch her breath, Sonja kept her eyes glued to the man lying between her legs. His face held a hard expression and his eyes focused on hers. James licked through her wetness and swirled his tongue around her clit. Every time the warm ball made contact, a jolt of pure electric lust blazed through her and she jumped and shivered. Tension built, heavy and tight in her stomach.

  She was going to come, and soon. Sonja tilted her pelvis forward, seeking more contact with his mouth and tongue, and ran her fingers through his hair. “James. Please. Don’t stop.”

  He groaned against her flesh—a vibration she felt in her core—and shifted his hands beneath her bottom, raising her hips off the bed. Then she felt it. His tongue. Hot and wet, thrusting inside. Oh God. Oh God! “More!”

  He dragged his tongue back to her clit, circling again. “More what?”

  “What?” He licked over her clit again and she sucked a breath in through her teeth. “God, yes! That.”

  He raised his head. Which of course took his delicious mouth away from her. “More what? Tell me, more of what?”

  “No, wait. Don’t stop. Please?” Was he crazy? He wanted her to tell him what she wanted more of? Wasn’t it obvious?

  James blew a warm breath over her clit and she whimpered. “Tell me what you want more of, Sonja.”

  She attempted to push his head back to where she needed it to be, but it was useless, he wouldn’t budge. Frustration thrummed through Sonja, and she laid her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes. “I can’t. Just…keep going.”

  “Look at me.”

  Her head snapped up. “I am looking at you! And you’re baiting me.”

  He snaked out his tongue and licked along the crease where hip met thigh. “Yes, I am.”

  “Why on earth would you? You got me here. I’m naked in your bed. You’re between my legs…doing what you’re—” she motioned with her hand to where his face was between her parted thighs, “—doing. I was quite enjoying it, and you pick now to start a fight with me?”

  “I want to hear you say the words.”

  “What wor—” His tongue made contact with her clit again and Sonja sucked in a hard breath. “Oh, my God!”

  But then he took it away. “Tell me what you want me to keep doing.”

  “Goddamn you! Ugh! Why?”

  “Because I know you can, and you want to, and I want you to. Sooo, do it.” He grinned and ran his tongue through her folds, never taking his gaze from hers.

  Her skin prickled with goose bumps and her walls clenched in desperate need to be filled. If she didn’t come soon, she might get up and kill him. She was damn sure she’d get off on an insanity plea too. “Insane from lack of orgasm.” Your honor, he was deliberately withholding! It could work.

  She made a mental note to research it on Monday, but got no further before his tongue thrusting inside her channel shoved her thoughts into another universe and drew a moan from her throat sounding so foreign, Sonja couldn’t believe it’d come from her. She gripped his hair tight in her fingers. “Tell me what you want me to say, please. I’ll say anything, just don’t stop…doing…that.”

  “Say—” James licked through her folds, “—the words. The ones I used. Tell me.” He sucked her clit between his lips.

  She gritted her teeth. Mindless, with a savage need to orgasm driving her forward, and maybe a desire to claw his eyes out too, Sonja made up her mind. Screw it. He wanted dirty words out of her mouth? Fine. She’d give them to him. He’d better make it worth it because if he didn’t, she was definitely going to kill him. Sonja glanced at James. Lying on his stomach, he had her legs draped over his shoulders and a grin on his lips rivaling the Cheshire Cat himself. Pompous ass. But that grin? God, that grin did her in on so many levels, she couldn’t even begin to count.

  “Well?”

  Decision made, Sonja sat up and took his face in her hands. “James, I want you to eat my pussy like you’re a man dying of thirst. Then I want you to make me come.” His smile widened and a swift urge to slap him rose like a storm. She stifled it and lowered her voice. “Now listen carefully. You are not to stop until you’ve licked every part of me clean.” She dipped her head and instead of slapping him, she kissed him.

  He growled against her lips and urged her back to the bed. With a hard grip on her ass, he set to his task.

  “Oh, yes. God, yes.” Perfect. She licked her lips and rose up on her elbows. “That’s what you want, James? You want to hear me talk dirty for you?”

  He nodded and sucked her clit, pressing his tongue against it. Moving his hands from her behind, James gripped her hip with one. As he continued to suck her swollen, now pulsing clit, he dragged two fingers through her folds, then thrust them inside.

  “Honey, yes. That’s it. Deeper.” Sonja rolled her hips and her walls clenched down on his fingers. God, it felt good. Too good. She was going to come. If he just—

  “I feel you. You’re squeezing my fingers. Come for me, Sonja.” James took her clit between his lips again and curled his fingers inside her, stroking that spot she’d always heard about, but didn’t believe existed.

  Sonja lost her mind, drowning in a sea of sexual heat, and a wave of pure bliss crashed over her, washing all her inhibitions and fears away. Arching on the bed, her orgasm exploded and she cried out his name.

  James kept his hold on her clit with his mouth, and his fingers stroked inside her. Sonja jerked her hips off the mattress and her channel spasmed around his fingers, over and over. She gasped, straining to catch her breath with each pulse. Quivers from her climax raced through her and she trembled from the inside out. The waves were endless. James pulled his fingers from her and sucked at her opening, then delved inside and licked between her folds. Being the man she’d started to learn he was, he moaned and groaned—completely unafraid to hide his pleasure—breathing heavily while he took in every drop her climax had produced.

  As Sonja’s body settled from what might be the best orgasm she’d ever had, James rose up between her legs and reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand. When he righted himself, he had a condom in his hand. Sonja’s legs had turned to jelly and she wasn’t sure she could even move them, let alone any other part of her body. All she could do, in her haze of bliss, was watch while he tore open the package and slid the condom down his hard length.

  God help her, but her pussy clenched at the sight.

  He was gorgeous. Every inch of his muscled, lean body. His tattoos, his piercings, his cock. All of him…beautiful. She wanted James inside her, and she wanted him there now.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jimmy settled his hips into the haven of Sonja’s parted thighs. The flush on her pale skin, in the dim light, was beautiful. He’d done that to her. He’d made her come hard and cry out his name, and pride welled and spilled over inside him. Call him a caveman, but he seriously entertained the primal urge to grunt and pound his chest.

  She tasted like a fucking dream. And once he’d finished taunting her, forcing her out of that damn tight-ass, pedigree
d shell she kept herself in all the time, she tasted even better.

  Sonja met his gaze, her blue eyes glittering. Dipping his head, Jimmy kissed her, deep but soft, and then dragged his teeth over her bottom lip. Fuck, she’d blown his ever-loving mind. He knew all along she had it in her. And it was by far the hottest fucking thing he’d ever experienced. She took control, told him what to do, what she wanted.

  He wasn’t submissive. Ever. But the tone of her voice when she commanded him to eat her pussy sent a shudder through his body he hadn’t anticipated and had never felt before. It was all he could do not to come on the sheets, he was so turned on. Sonja-the-lawyer had thrown all caution to the wind, ripped off the confining pearls binding her, and had gone all roadhouse-raunchy on his ass. He’d have done anything she wanted. Anything.

  Sonja trailed her hands down his back to his ass. “James.”

  “Tell me, again. Tell me what you want.” Resting his weight on one forearm, Jimmy brushed her hair back from her face. “Don’t ask me why, just give it to me. Tell me.” He trailed his lips over her jaw to her neck. “Please?” Moving a hand down her chest, he cupped one breast in his palm and tugged at the nipple.

  She gasped, arching beneath him, her warm cunt gliding over his dick. Fucking hell, he wanted inside her, but he wanted her to tell him to do it. He told her not to ask why, because the truth was, he wasn’t sure he understood the reason why he needed her commands so much. He just knew he did.

  Sonja bent a leg over his ass. Taking his hand from her breast, Jimmy ran it down her body to her other thigh, raised it and placed it around his waist. He shifted his hips and nudged at the mouth of her sweet cunt with the head of his prick. “Tell me. I need to hear it.”

  “I’ll give you what you need.” She raised her head from the pillow and kissed him. Her sweet tongue tangled with his. Jimmy broke from her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. And waited. She tilted her hips forward and the head parted her folds farther, just breaching her entrance. “I want your cock inside me, James.”