Overwhelm Me (Callahan)

by Marchman, AC

  “Because he was mind fucking you.” Donovan’s lips curl into a sneer. Wow, jealous Donovan.

  What a sexy sight to see him all worked up over a guy checking me out.

  “I’m sure he was just trying to figure out what we did in the dressing room,” I whisper, not wanting anyone to hear me.

  “No, he wasn’t even up front when I came in or when I left the dressing room. He had no way of knowing. I’m a guy, and I know how guys think when they see a girl like you.”

  “A girl like me?” I repeat his words in the form of a question.

  “Yes, a girl like you. You are drop dead gorgeous. You can’t see that?” Donovan rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding us back toward Bloomingdale’s. “I can’t keep my eyes off of you, or my hands for that matter. And I really don’t want to.” Donovan half closes his eyes and looks at me. That look alone makes the aching in my loins worse. I see him smirk. He knows damn well what he does to me. “How about we grab lunch and head back to my place?”

  “I’m not hungry.” Not for food, anyways.

  Donovan eyes me through his long, dark lashes. “Baby, we gotta eat. We’re going to work it all off later.”

  That promise makes me quickly change my mind. “Okay, what did you have in mind?”

  “How about Chinese? There’s one here in the mall.”

  Oh no! I forgot to tell Donovan about that linebacker, Jeremy, and what he said in front of Livey.

  “Uh, no. Let’s leave and pick up something on the way. We can eat back at your house. I just have to be back at my place at around 5:30 or so.”

  Donovan pouts, sticking out his bottom lip. “Why?” Wow, that’s so incredibly cute. I bet he got away with everything when he was a kid.

  I smile and use my index finger to poke his lip back in. “Because Livey’s dad wants to do dinner tonight. Do you want to come?” I know I shouldn’t just invite Donovan without asking Livey first, but the thought of being away from him actually hurts.

  “Well, I actually do have a stupid resident meeting at the clinic at 6:30. I’m actually supposed to be speaking for all the residents there. There is a lot that needs to be addressed.”

  I feel a pang of disappointment, but I don’t want him to think I’m too clingy. I’m hoping to see him later tonight. “Okay, well, let’s go eat.” I smile shyly. As we get ready to walk back into Bloomingdale’s, I see the angry linebacker Jeremy walking toward us. My heart drops to my stomach. I can’t let him see me or Donovan, so my first instinct is to stop and stand in front of him. I grab his face with both hands and smash my lips to his. I feel him gasp, then moan as he wraps his arms around my waist. I open one eye toward that crazy son of a bitch to see if he notices us. He doesn’t seem to be paying any attention, just looking straight ahead. I continue to kiss Donovan, refusing to let him come up for air until I know that Jeremy is gone. I finally see him round the corner, and I pull apart from Donovan. People are watching and saying to get a room. I start to feel the heat in my cheeks.

  “Whoa, where did that come from?” Donovan leans his forehead against mine and pants. He’s pressed so closely to me that I feel his erection through his slacks. I really don’t want to go get lunch at this point. I just want to get him home and watch him come undone because of me.

  “Just like you said, can’t keep my hands, or mouth, off of you.” I kiss him softly. “But I saw that guy that you punched in the bar the other night. I didn’t want him to see us. Livey heard him say he was going to sue you.“

  “I’m not worried about that pussy. Let him try,“ he hisses.

  “Well, let’s go. I’m trying to get in your pants already!“ I curl my lips up at him. With that being said, Donovan grabs my hand and practically drags me through the store. As we make our way to the exit, I see Jennifer again, staring me down like she wants to rip my throat out. I smile sweetly at her and wave bye, just to be a spiteful bitch. I giggle as her face turns red with anger.

  Donovan opens the door for me. As I walk by him, he swats my backside. Oh, I hope Jennifer saw that one.

  “Oh, God!” I scream as Donovan gives me yet another amazing, body shaking orgasm.

  “That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.” He holds my hands above my head as he thrusts into me deep and hard. I squeeze my legs together, trying to absorb the onslaught of pleasure. I tighten around his shaft as my toes curl. “Take all of me, every inch,” he hisses as I feel him ram into me.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Keep talking, baby.” Beads of sweat form on his brow and drip down on me. His hair hangs in my face, and it tickles. I repeat my request, and it’s the cause of his undoing. He cums as he screams my name. He collapses on top of me, our breathing matching each others. I feel his heart almost beat out of his chest. “How am I ever going to keep up with you?” he breathes into my neck.

  “I’m sure you will find a way.” I wipe his face with my hand.

  Donovan looks up at me and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re crazy about me, huh?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Ah, so coy, Miss Marshall. I know you are at least crazy about one thing.” Donovan plants a chaste kiss on my lips as he pushes up and rolls over. He sits at the edge of the bed, and I gaze at his muscular back.

  “You just want me for my body.” I say jokingly.

  I see his muscles tense. “Please don’t say that again.“ His voice is low and quiet. It makes my hair stand on end. He quickly stands. He unrolls the condom and walks to the bathroom. I’m shocked. I’ve never heard him take that tone with me before. I get out of bed and put on my underwear and new dress, wanting to cover myself now that I’m self conscious. I hear the flush of the toilet and the sink cuts on. I sit back on Donovan’s huge bed where we just had mind blowing sex. I curl my knees to my chest, trying to figure out what I did wrong.

  Donovan returns to the bedroom. He’s still naked. He passes me to get to his dresser. He pulls out a pair of black boxer briefs and a white t-shirt. He doesn’t even look my way as he walks into his huge closet. I follow him in and see many suits, linen shirts, and name brand clothes. I’m in awe of his wardrobe. I didn’t know guys had so many clothes, or maybe it’s just Donovan who does. I glance over to him, and he is putting on a pair of black slacks. His eyes lock on to mine, and they are iced over. It sends chills through me. Did I really make him that upset?

  “Donovan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” My voice cracks as I come close to tears again. I cast my eyes downward, feeling like a child who’s in trouble. It’s crazy, those blue eyes can make me so hot and bothered, then break my heart within an hour.

  Donovan zips up his pants and turns to face me. I look up, and I see his face has softened from just a few seconds ago. He certainly is mercurial. He slips his thumbs through his belt loops and stands there, looking at me. His baby blue eyes seem to see right through me, and I squirm underneath his gaze. He saunters over to me with a smooth grace like he’s walking on air. Donovan cups my chin in his hand and says, “I’m sorry. It’s just that…I said the exact same thing to Claire one time, and she slapped the shit out of me. She told me that it was rude of me to say, and if I did it again, she would tell her husband about us. Please don’t take it personally.” Donovan runs his thumb across my cheek.

  “Okay. I understand.” What did that stupid bitch do to him?

  “Baby, I know you do.“ My heart hurts for him. Donovan holds me in his arms and runs his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes, feeling relaxed just by his presence. It’s so strange how Donovan can make me feel protected, seduced, and completely overwhelmed in one embrace. He breaks our hug so he can finish getting dressed. “My meeting should only be about an hour. Do you think I could see you after you have dinner with Livey and her dad?”

  I grin and nod my head. At least I have something to look forward to afterwards. Sitting through dinner is going to be a hard task. Then I think of Livey. I really am looking forward to being with my best friend; I feel like
I haven’t seen her much since Donovan came into my life.

  He slips on a light grey button up shirt and pulls out a black tie. Damn, he looks good enough to eat right now. There is something about a man in a suit that sets my blood on fire, especially when that man is Donovan. I watch him slip on a black blazer. Wow. It’s almost as much fun watching him get dressed as it is to watch him getting undressed. Almost. He slips on black socks and his smart black shoes. My pulse starts racing, thinking about how much pleasure it would give me if I was taking that suit off of him. Donovan must know I’m having impure thoughts because he smirks and says, “Be patient, baby, all good things come to those who wait.”

  “I don’t like waiting,” I pout, sticking my bottom lip out like I used to when I wanted my way as a child. It usually worked.

  “Allie, do you know how cute you are when you pout at me? With a look like that, I’d let you have whatever you wanted.” Donovan runs his thumb across my lower lip.

  “Then forget the meeting and go to dinner with me.” I flash my green eyes at him, giving the best damn puppy eyes I can muster.

  “You know I would, but I have to go to this meeting.”

  “Yeah, I know. It was worth a shot though.”

  “We better get you home. It’s almost 5:00. I hope traffic isn’t bad.” He grabs my hand, and we walk to the foyer.

  I grab my purse and shoes while Donovan grabs his keys and wallet off the small black table under his mother’s picture. I walk out barefoot because as sexy as those heels are, they kill my feet. I soon regret that decision because the Georgia sun is still blazing, and the pavement seems to scorch my toes. I hop from foot to foot, trying to balance myself so I don’t fall.

  Donovan laughs, then in a swift movement, he scoops me into his arms like a groom would carry a bride. I squeal, taken completely by surprise. I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. I swoon over how chivalrous this knight in shining armor is. Donovan never ceases to amaze me with his thoughtfulness. He walks me over to the BMW and hits the unlock button on the keyless remote. He sets me down gently while he opens my door. I climb in and rub my still burning feet. He hops in the driver’s side, starts the engine, and pulls away from the house.

  “That was quite a noble act, saving a damsel in distress.” I put the back of my hand on my forehead and tilt my head back.

  Donovan throws his head back and bursts into laughter. “You’re a hot mess.”

  “At least you think I’m hot.” I stick my tongue out at him. I enjoy his playful moods. He is young and carefree. I forget he is a few years older than me. Then I realize that I don’t know his birthday. “Uh, random question, when is your birthday?”

  “Why? You going to get me something?” Donovan says with a small curve of his lips.

  “Maybe.”

  “There you go being coy again, Miss Marshall. I may have to straighten out your attitude.”

  Donovan’s eyes darken as he slides his hand up my thigh. Oh, shit. Why does everything he says have such a profound effect on me? I don’t understand why his words have a direct connection to my hormones and make me act like a horny teenager. I cross my legs in response. Donovan’s smile gets wider because he knows what he does to me. He continues to run his hand on my thigh, outside to inside and back again. His touch on my bare skin is driving me insane, and I can’t do anything about it. I glare at him, annoyed that he has a meeting, and I have dinner plans. Since that means no physical contact for several hours, I may have withdrawls. How am I going to survive that? “By the way, it’s July 22.” He smirks at me while I make a mental note of that day.

  Before I know it, Donovan is pulling into my apartment complex. He pulls in right next to my Mustang, and I see Livey’s truck. I really don’t want to get out of the car.

  “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll see each other tonight. I know. I’ll miss you too.” Donovan takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Just call me when you’re done.”

  I fiddle with the DC on my necklace and look into his eyes. “I will, I just don’t know what time it will be.” Not soon enough.

  “Don’t worry. I don’t care about time, just a promise I’m going to see you.”

  “Of course, you’ll see me.” My green eyes stay locked on his blue ones. “I promise. I don’t think I could make it through the night not seeing you.”

  Donovan gives me this sideways smile with his eyes hooded, and my breath hitches in my throat. In that one look, I know I’ll be naked in either my bed or his tonight. The thought excites me, but it also frustrates me that I will have to wait so long.

  Donovan leans in to kiss me, and driven by my primal desire for the man, I crush my lips into his and grab his hair. This kiss has to convey to him how much I want him and how much I will miss his touch. I kiss him with such passion and intensity, my lips sting. Donovan gives in to me and run his hands over my breasts. “I want you, too,” he mutters into my mouth.

  I pull apart from him, knowing if we keep this up, we will end up getting it on in the parking lot.

  “Till tonight.” I kiss him swiftly and get out of the car, leaving him longing for me.

  He jumps out and says, “Ah, fuck it.” He pounces on me, pinning my body with his hips against the car door. His mouth presses hard against mine, and I feel his need, his want for me. I grab the lapels of his jacket and smash his chest to mine. His hands grab my face as his tongue part my lips and takes control of mine. He makes it impossible to think about anything but him. His stubble tickles my chin; I love when he doesn’t shave. He takes one of his hands and runs it up the back of my thigh, all the way up to my panties. I gasp for air as Donovan’s fingers move to the heat that is radiating from between my legs.

  “Oh my God, Donovan. We’re in my parking lot!” I breathe but do nothing to stop him.

  “Then let’s go inside.” He nips on my earlobe, making me whimper.

  “Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

  “Yeah, but…” he stutters.

  “Then go! Trust me, we will make up for lost time tonight.” I push Donovan away, as hard as that is, and kiss his lips softly. “You will not be disappointed.”

  Donovan sighs and runs his hands through his hair, moving it to the side. “You’re right. Yeah, you’re right. It’s just with you…I can’t stop myself sometimes. You’re going to get me in trouble one day.” He winks at me with a delicious sideways grin on his lips.

  “I know the feeling. Now, go before you are late! “ I step in to kiss his lips one more time before he turns to go. “And I’ll be sure to call you the minute I’m done.”

  “You better. I’m going to have a hard time getting through this meeting if my dick stays like this.”

  Donovan uses his hands to showcase his erection that’s bulging through his pants.

  I try to cover my smile with my index finger. “Don’t worry about that either. I will make sure you are taken care of tonight. Now, bye!” I nudge him so he will get going. I really don’t want him to be late and get in trouble, but damn, I want him on top of me right now.

  He shrugs his shoulders and exhales. “You know, I hate when you’re right. I’ll talk to you later.

  Miss me while I’m gone.” He blows a kiss to me as he slides into the driver’s side.

  He has no idea how much I’ll miss him. I wave bye to him as he backs out of the space. I watch his car until I can’t see him anymore and turn to go inside my apartment.

  I walk in the front door, and Livey is staring at me with her big hazel eyes and her mouth gaped open. I feel the burning sensation in my cheeks.

  “I can’t believe you almost fucked him in the parking lot!”

  “I guess you saw us, huh?” I give my best friend a shy, tight lipped smile, my face crimson red.

  “Uh, yeah! I hope the neighbors didn’t see you and the hornball!.” She tries to act like she’s pissed, but her lips start to curve into a smile. “You guys are really into each other, huh?”

  “Oh, Livey, you hav
e no idea. I mean, he’s sexy, smart as hell, and a real gentleman. He’s just too perfect.” The grin on my face goes from ear to ear. Just the thought of Donovan speeds up my heart.

  “Well, sweetie, I’m very happy for you. Just be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt. You don’t wanna get too deep too fast,” Livey warns.

  “I know, but I can’t help myself. It’s like, when I’m with Donovan, nothing else matters. He makes me feel so…alive.”

  “I’m sure he does. I saw that in the parking lot!” Livey laughs and nudges my arm. “I have never seen you this way. You were a happy person before, but damn!” She shakes her head and grins. “It’s like you are on cloud nine. It’s so refreshing to see you this way.” My best friend beams at me, a smile so genuine it makes me wrap my arms around her.

  “Thanks, girl. He’s amazing.”

  “And so are you.” She grips me tightly, then pulls me back at arm’s length. “You are such an awesome person, and Donovan better treat you right, or he will have to answer to me. I may be little, but I can still kick some ass!”

  “You’re a hot mess, girl.” I can’t help but laugh at her. Yeah, Livey is all of five feet tall and ninety-five pounds, but she’s a black belt in karate, and I would have her on my side rather than the Hulk any day.

  “So, anyways. What did your dad want to do for dinner? Any ideas?”