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sending currents straight between my thighs, and I couldn’t prevent a little moan from escaping.
     
    Donovan pulled me back against him and his hands gripped me when he heard my moan. “Was that for me, darlin’?” he asked, his voice dark with desire. “I’ve been waiting to hear you moan for me so long, but now that I hear it, I just want more.” He dropped his head and dragged his teeth along the side of my neck. One hand came up gently wrap around my throat, holding me in place, its pressure enough to discourage movement but not enough to hurt. His other hand slid down my front, gliding over my rock hard nipples and down to splay across my stomach pulling me firmly against him.
     
    I moaned again as I felt the evidence of his desire pressing into my back. He was hot and hard and I felt dizzy with desire. I took a deep breath to steady myself, but instead was swamped by the scent of him—spicy and intoxicating and undeniably Donovan.
     
    Just then, the elevator arrived at the penthouse. The door opened directly into the foyer of a beautiful suite, and I realized that this was what Donovan had changed the plan to include. The room was wide, lined with windows looking out across the city. A champagne cooler stood by the sofa and soft music played gently in the background.
     
    “This is beautiful, Donovan,” I breathed. I was stunned. He had planned all of this—for me. I walked towards the sofa, hoping my knees wouldn’t betray me, and Donovan followed closely behind.
     
    Donovan stopped me before I could sit down. “Not as beautiful as you are, Pet.”
     
    He drew me to stand in front of him.
     
    “Every time I see you I remember what you looked like lying beneath me,” he whispered. “Every time I hear your voice I hear the echoes of you—whispering my name, pleading for release. I wake up in the morning and hope that something will happen and you’ll call me so I will have an excuse to be near you. You’re an addiction, a hunger burning in my gut, swimming in my veins.”
     
    He looked at me and his gaze was fire, burning my skin everywhere it touched.
     
    Heat skittered through my belly at his words. Donovan had always had this power over me. When he was there, he was all that existed, his presence electrifying my body until it was nothing but a bundle of raw sensation. I let out a little mewling noise as he slowly dragged his hands down my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts where they were exposed and trailing down further until he cupped his huge hands under my ass lifting me to my tiptoes and grinding us together.
     
    “God, you’re amazing, Pet,” Donovan said huskily. “You look utterly breathtaking tonight.” He slid his hand even lower and stroked my thighs. “I kept wondering what you were wearing under this dress. Every time you crossed your legs that bastard was looking at your stockings. You would lick those glistening lips and he would stare.” He slid one hand to the top of my stockings and traced the bare flesh of my thigh with his fingers and I gasped as my pussy clenched in shock.
     
    “You really want this, don’t you Pet?” Donovan ground out. “You want this as much as I do. You’re dying for it.”
     
    And there it was. My dirty little secret was out. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anything in my life.
     
    “God yes, Donovan. Oh please… please…” It was all I could get out. My breath was coming in little pants and I licked my lips to try to moisten them. Donovan glimpsed my tongue and pounced on it, drawing it into the hot, wet darkness of his mouth. As our tongues dueled, he slid his fingers even higher moving the satin of my panties aside and tracing my slick, smooth folds.
     
    Donovan inhaled sharply. “When did you do this?” He trailed his fingers over my newly shaved skin. “Did you do this getting ready for tonight?” He sounded almost jealous. “Did you want to tease yourself like you were teasing him?”
     
    “For you,” I