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bucked against me. I lightly ran my nails down his length and across the rounded tip of his hard cock. He
was as ready for me as I was for him. Donovan growled again, took his fingers out of me, and pulled me
up off the car.
In the backseat. Now.
I was more than happy to comply. He maneuvered me left and back. I ducked my head and sat down
on the seat.
Donovan used the opportunity to get rid of his boxers. I did the same to my panties. I scooted back into
the car. Waiting. Aching. A moment later, Donovan followed me inside, a foil packet in his fingers, which
he laid in the floorboard. I took my little white pills to be on the safe side and avoid any unwanted
consequences, but I still appreciated his thoughtfulness.
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He leaned forward and kissed me again before moving down my damp body. Donovan lowered his lips
to the curls between my thighs. I parted my legs, and he slid his tongue inside me, making quick, thrusting
motions, then slow, lazy circles. Teasing me. I moaned and dug my fingers into his scalp, urging him on.
Donovan s tongue flicked over me again, and he eased a finger deep inside.
So sweet, he whispered against my thigh. Like hot honey.
Donovan continued his ministrations a few more moments.
That s all I could take. I wanted him inside me.
Right now.
I grabbed Donovan s shoulders, pulling him up even as I wiggled underneath him and turned him over.
Now, he was lying on the seat. There wasn t a lot of room to maneuver in the car, but I was very
determined. Now it was my turn to tease.
I trailed my tongue down his chest and put my mouth on him, sucking and licking his straining shaft until it
pulsed and quivered with every touch of my hot, heavy tongue. He groaned, and his hands latched onto
my arms, yanking me back up toward him. Our lips met again, sucking the breath and life from both of
us. Somehow, Donovan maneuvered us once again until he was back on top. He covered himself with
the condom. Then I opened my legs, locked them around his waist, and he thrust into me.
I watched his beautiful hazel eyes dilate as he sank into me, driving deeper and deeper. An ecstasy of
gold for both of us. Donovan rocked back. I dug my fingers into his back and pulled him down hard,
so that the full length of him filled me.
Retreat, pull, retreat, pull. We clacked together like two magnets driven crazy by the vibrations the other
was giving off. Over and over, Donovan pumped into me, until our hoarse cries of pleasure rang out in
time to the gentle rock of the sedan and the tap of rain on the metal roof.
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After we finished, Donovan and I lay in the back of the sedan in a loose tangle of bare arms and legs.
The imitation leather felt stiff and sticky against my skin. The windows had steamed over, and the smell of
sex permeated the car. Beside me, above me, next to me, the detective s breaths came in sharp, raspy
puffs. The sounds of a man who d exerted himself to his full, glorious potential. But Donovan made no
move to pull away from me or put some clothes on.
Well, that wasn t quite what I had in mind as far as warming up goes, but I ll take it, I quipped. Even
if it s going to hurt like hell peeling myself off this seat.
Donovan didn t say anything, but the corners of his lips lifted into a half smile. You re not the only one.
I m sure my back will be screaming at me tomorrow. Not to mention the burns I have on my knees.
Worth it?
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He cocked one black eyebrow. Do you even have to ask?
No, I didn t. Because I d been moaning just as loud as he had.
After we caught our breath, Donovan eased up into a sitting position. I followed suit. He reached into
the front seat and handed me some clean clothes a pair of khakis several sizes too big and a T-shirt that
hung almost to my knees. The detective was a bit taller than I was. Donovan pulled on a matching set of
clothes. When that was done, we turned and faced each other in the back seat.
So here we are again, I said.
Yeah, Donovan replied. Here we are again.
He didn t look happy at the thought. The detective let out a long breath and ran his hands through his
black hair lean, strong hands that had just done marvelous things to my body. I hesitated, then reached
over, put my hand on top of his, and gave a gentle squeeze with my fingers. I wasn t sure what prompted
the reaction, other than this warmth in my chest I felt for the detective. Or maybe it was the simple fact I
didn t want things to end between us like they had the last time we d slept together.
Which had been altogether badly.
Donovan flinched at my touch and slid his hand out from under mine. We should get back.
I stared at his rugged features. Black hair, bronze skin, golden eyes. But heat and desire no longer
brightened his gaze. Instead, the detective looked tired, weary, heartsick.
As though all the pleasure he d just experienced came with a weight that was just too much to bear,
even for him.
All right, I said in a quiet voice, not wanting to push him anymore tonight.
It was after ten by the time we returned to Country Daze. The traffic of the day had long since ceased,
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