Carrie was a good waitress, but she was taking forever boxing their stuff up.
“I’ll be in the truck,” Emily said, grabbing his keys.
“What are you up to?”
“Come find out.” She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile and sauntered out to his truck. Climbing in, she slid off her panties and her bra as discreetly as she could and slipped them into her purse.
Donovan jogged to the truck and stowed the bags of food behind his seat. “Change your mind about coming back to the hotel?” he asked, shutting the door.
She slid over to him and kissed him before he started the truck. Taking his hand, she guided it up under her skirt. Then she took his other one and pushed it up under her shirt.
Groaning, he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Drive fast or I’ll fuck you in this truck,” she said against his mouth.
Donovan tugged on her nipple while kissing her thoroughly. His other hand had flipped up her skirt and he trailed his fingertips over the globes of her ass.
“Start the car,” she ordered him, as she unbuttoned his pants.
Donovan stopped her with a choked laugh. “Sweetheart, if it wasn’t broad daylight, I’d already be fucking you. But buckle up, because I’m going to break the sound barrier getting us to my hotel room.”
Emily sat back in her seat, but kept her skirt up.
“Trying to drive me crazy?” he asked, taking advantage of the stoplight to trace his fingers between her legs.
“Is it working?” she breathed, leaning into the sweet caress that was over too soon as the truck lurched forward again.
Pulling into the Bluebonnet Inn parking lot, Donovan lunged across the seat and kissed her before breaking it off and cursing. “Inside. It may be up against the door, but it’s going to be inside without an audience.”
Emily stumbled out of the truck and ran to keep up with him. She was barely through the door before Donovan slammed it closed and hauled her up against it.
“You want to tease?” He unbuckled his pants, took a condom out of his pocket, and rolled it down over his cock.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out when he plunged inside her. “Yes.” Spreading her arms out flat, she stretched against him as he fucked her hard against the door. Each thrust filled her with delicious friction. She was wet and swollen and needed every inch of him.
Pulling up her shirt, he sunk deep in her and held himself there while taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking hard on it.
“Move damn you,” she shrieked, lifting her hips up.
Donovan threw his head back and laughed. “So demanding.”
“Weeks,” she panted. “It’s been weeks. Go slow later. I need you now.”
He took her hard and fast, covering her mouth with his palm when she got loud. Emily screamed her orgasm into it, and he shook apart shortly after. They leaned, panting against the door, until Emily’s legs collapsed and she sank to the ground.
“Now go slow,” she said. Her lips felt puffy as she took off his clothes. Emily kissed his broad chest, licking his nipples and then down to his abs.
“Give me a second,” he said, lifting her back to his mouth. He took off her shirt and skirt and laid her on the bed. “Be right back.” Donovan went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up a bit.
He was back before she could miss him too much. “Touch me,” she begged. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.” He lay down on the bed next to her and she eagerly grabbed his thick cock and rubbed it up and down. She loved the velvet feel in her hands and when his fingers touched her intimately, she sighed.
“Just like that.”
He had a magic touch and rubbed her slowly. Each time his finger brushed her clit, she gasped and offered him her breasts to taste and lick. Meanwhile, she stroked him with long easy pulls. As the fever and tension built inside her, he tickled her faster and sucked harder on her nipples.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Soon,” he promised in a growly voice that sent her over the edge.
Panting, she rode his fingers as she came and pushed him on his back. But before she could straddle him, he rolled her underneath him. Teasing her, he slid his cock up and down her drenched pussy.
“I want you inside me again.”
He pressed burning kisses on her stomach down to her thighs. At the first touch of his tongue, Emily bolted upright and reached for him. “I want to taste you, too.”
Rolling again, Donovan settled her on top of him. Emily scurried around so her breasts were pressed against his stomach. He slid her down on his mouth, clutching her ass.
It felt so good—she let him explore her with his tongue before she went down on him. Emily sucked his cock into her mouth and matched his rhythm of licking. Her fingers clutched his legs and she shook from the tremors he was stirring up with his moans and kisses.
He was deep in her throat when the lightning flickering of his tongue sent her over the edge into a squirming, screaming orgasm. Easing her off him, he slid out of her mouth and put on a condom. She was boneless from ecstasy, barely able to move. Donovan came around from behind and eased her up to her hands and knees.
Pushing into her, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Emily groaned and stretched, needing him to move, hoping he would go deep. He did, rolling his hips slowly against her. Donovan moved her hips where he wanted them, back hard against him and then easing away.
He played with her like this. She was boneless and unwilling to stop him. He fucked her steady and with his entire length. Soon, she was quivering in reaction. She felt him in every inch of her and she clamped down on him to keep him there.
“That feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he breathed. “You feel amazing.”
“Love you,” she whispered. “Love you so much.”
Donovan groaned and thrust into her hard. “Love you, too. I can’t get enough of you.” He increased the pace and Emily gripped the bedsheets, unable to do anything but hang on and feel the luscious sensations of his body pleasuring hers.
He came with a roar and held her tight against him, pressing kisses along her spine. Pulling out, he collapsed on his back.
Cuddling up next to him, Emily said, “I can’t wait to spend the next twenty-five years or more doing exactly this.”
“It’s a deal.”
“No matter what happens with the ranch, promise me that we’ll be together?” Emily lifted her head up to look at him.
“I promise,” Donovan said, with a satiated smile on his face.