She yelped in surprise when Donovan flipped them. Never stopping the glorious motion of his hips, he guided her leg over his hip and amazingly reached deeper inside her with an expert thrust. She held on for the ride, the sparks flying high and bright throughout her entire body, as his pace quickened. He rolled his hips, pressing against her clit, and his mouth swallowed her cry as she fell headlong over the edge.
At her encouragement, he pistoned a few more times, shocking another climax out of her before finally throwing his head back in a hoarse shout as an orgasm claimed him.
* * *
Donovan was having trouble catching his breath, but at least his body had cooled. He slid his hand through Jada’s hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He smiled when she snuggled up against his side. His brain was a whirlwind, bits and pieces of the past hour floating in and out of his consciousness. But there was one thing he had no trouble grasping. Jada was here. With him. He’d never been more content in his life.
“You have the best bed,” she muttered.
Donovan laughed. How could he not? “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
She rolled over, propped herself up on his stomach, and stared down at him, tousled strands of dark hair falling all around her shoulders, her luscious lips now bare, but no less tempting. He caught his breath. Her beauty never failed to stun him.
“I mean yeah.” Her lips stretched into a teasing grin. “What else am I supposed to be thinking about?”
“What about this?” He tugged her upward and did his best to push all rational thought out of her mind. He started by teasing her lips, keeping the kiss light until she murmured her disappointment, then he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted. It was the furthest thing from a hardship. Jada tasted like sunshine, like everything he could ever want and more. What he would never get enough of. He wanted to offer her the same pleasure. When he leaned away, she was panting with a dazed expression on her face.
He knew the grin on his face screamed arrogance. He didn’t care.
She did because her eyes narrowed. Jada sniffed. “So you can kiss. In the words of the inimitable Shania Twain, that don’t impress me much.”
His lips twitched. “Shania Twain? Really?”
She slapped him on the arm. “Yes, really. She’s a legend. Get into it.”
He side-eyed her. “If you say so. If my kissing skills don’t impress you, then what will?”
She considered the question for a second. “Food. I seem to have built up quite an appetite.”
“You have, huh? Then let’s get you some food. Dessert work for you?”
“Absolutely, but first this.” She captured his lips with hers and gave as good as she got, deftly exploring his mouth with considerable skill, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him out of his mind. He was panting for breath when the kiss ended.
“You all right?” she asked, arching those perfect eyebrows, her tempting lips curved into a knowing grin.
“Never better.” He climbed out of the bed and stood on legs that weren’t quite steady. He grabbed some sweatpants off a chair and stepped into them. “Will a T-shirt work for you?”
“Yes, please.”
He retrieved two from his walk-in closet and returned to his bedroom. “Here you go.”
He struggled not to roar like a Neanderthal when she raised the Knights shirt to her nose and inhaled. He smiled to himself at her little grumble when he donned his shirt.
When they entered the kitchen, Jada clasped her hands together. “What do you have? A cheesecake? Dutch chocolate cake?”
“Nothing.”
Her smile fell. “What do you mean nothing? I thought you had a personal chef.”
“I do, but she doesn’t make desserts. I get enough of that at the store. And I’m not breaking my promise to provide dessert. We’re going to make cupcakes.”
Jada blinked. “Oh, you mean you’re going to make them, and I’m going to watch.”
“Nope. Don’t think I’ve missed you dodging every opportunity to get back into the kitchen at Sugar Blitz.”
“That’s because I was a disaster.”
“You were not a disaster.”
She sent him a get-real look. “We had to start over three times. I kept spilling stuff. You kept glowering. And then I almost blew up the kitchen. Pretty sure that counts as a disaster.”
“Stop. I can’t have someone working for me afraid to step in the kitchen. I’m here to help and guide, not glower.”