Chapter Sixteen
Donovan
I kept my hand on the side of the window frame, gripping tightly. I needed something to hold onto, to keep me from reaching over and cupping the lush curve of Jasmine’s sweet a*s. I wanted to taste her tight little n*****s, pressed against the navy silk camisole she wore.
I hadn’t really needed her help to open the window. I just wanted her a lot closer to me. Now, no more than a foot separated us. Need cracked in the air, the lash of it stinging inside of me and sending a shot of blood straight to my already aching c**k.
I was tired as hell after two weeks out in the backcountry. Most of the time when I came home, the last thing on my mind was s*x. Usually I grabbed a beer and dinner at Wildlands, came home, and collapsed into bed.
Tonight, I’d been restless,
