Donovan tilted my chin to look up at him. “What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t have an orgasm the way I just did. I only had them during actual sex, and only if I was on top.”

Donovan frowned. “You needed to keep control. That’s understandable.”

“But I don’t want that with you. Will you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t treat me like glass.”

His brows furrowed. “Is that what you think I just did? Having you ride my face was treating you like you’re fragile?”

I smiled. “No, definitely not. But you were hesitant at the beginning, and we had a conversation where you asked what was off limits.”

“You’d made some rules, Autumn. I’ve been tiptoeing around, trying not to break them.”

“Exactly—exactly what you just said. Tiptoeing. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do that. It took me a while to get here because I was scared, but I’m here now, and I don’t want you to hold anything back anymore.”

He studied my face. “Are we talking emotionally or sexually?”

“Both.”

His thumb caressed my cheek. “So it’s okay to tell you I’m head over heels for you? That I think about you all day long, and that my entire life lacked purpose until the day I met you? That you give me a purpose in life, and that’s to make you happy?”

I almost couldn’t breathe. Donovan flashed a boyish grin. “Too much?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not too much. You just caught me by surprise is all.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

“And sexually, too. Don’t hold back. I mean it. I want the edge you had with me that weekend we were together, before you knew what had happened to me. It’s hard for me to admit, but you can be sort of bossy when we fool around, and I actually really love it.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah? You like me bossy in bed?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. Lord knows your ego is big enough.”

Donovan shifted us on the couch so I was now on my back, and he lay on his side. He helped slip the rest of my clothing off before tracing an imaginary line from my collarbone to my breast, up and over my nipple, and down to my navel before following the same path back up to my mouth. He tapped my bottom lip. “So…no limits, then?”

Our eyes met, and I shook my head.

I watched as the light blue of his eyes darkened again. “So putting you down on your knees with your hair wrapped in my hands and fucking your face? That’s okay?”

I swallowed. Jesus. I was getting turned on just thinking about it, so I nodded.

“Nice.”

His hand again traveled down to my breasts, and he pinched my nipple hard before rubbing between my cleavage. “And sitting on your chest while I slide my cock in and out of here and coming on your neck? That’s okay, too?”

I swallowed again, but nodded.

“Beautiful.” Donovan’s hand dipped down to between my legs. I was already wet, but he ran his fingers up and down, spreading the moisture before gently slipping a finger inside.

I gasped and arched my back.

“Fingers? So no limit on how many inside of you?”

I shut my eyes as he started to move in and out. After a few wet pumps, he added a second finger.

“Two fits nice and snug, but I think at least another one will feel good, maybe even a vibrator sometimes. You do have one of those, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I opened my eyes and nodded.

He smiled and sped up the pump of his hand. “Good. I can’t wait to use it on you. Maybe when I take you from behind. Is your ass off limits?”

My eyes widened, and Donovan smiled and withdrew his fingers. “Just clarifying if you really mean no limits.”

I shook my head. “I’ve never…done that.”

“Opposed to trying?”

“I don’t think so.”

Donovan leaned forward and brushed his lips with mine before sliding his mouth over to my ear. “I’m in no rush, but I am looking forward to making that mine now that I know it will be your first time.” He looked into my eyes with so much intensity. “Anything else we need to discuss?”

My chest was rising and falling so fast. “I don’t think so.”

He grinned. “Good.”

The next thing I knew, he was standing, and he scooped me up off the couch and tossed me over his shoulder.

I giggled. “What are you doing?”

He swatted my bare ass as he headed toward my bedroom. “Taking you to bed so I can have my wicked way with you, now that you just took the cuffs off.”

I kicked my feet, but loved every minute of it. “Owww.”

“No limits, sweetheart. Get used to a little pain. This ass is going to have many handprints on it.”

Inside the bedroom, I expected him to fling me on the bed. But he didn’t. Donovan set me down gently, tossed his wallet on the nightstand, and straddled me sitting up as I lay in the center of the bed. We were both smiling so big.

He tugged his shirt over his head and leaned down to press his lips to mine. “I love this smile. It does things to me.”

Getting a look at all the ripples on his eight-pack abs, I ran my fingers up and down, over the peaks and valleys of his muscles. “This does things to me.”

Donovan caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing my palm. The way he looked at me, with so much reverence in his eyes, made me feel warm all over, even though I was completely naked.

He lowered his body on top of me and took my mouth in a kiss while he pushed his pants down his legs. The warmth and hardness of his erection against my stomach made me desperate. God, I wanted him so badly, and my body was wet and aching for him. When our kiss broke, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of his wallet, tossing everything else to the floor.

My body tingled with anticipation as I watched him use his teeth to rip open the wrapper. He sheathed himself and settled between my legs once more, looking deep into my eyes as he pushed inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “It’s heaven in here.”

He rocked in and out gently, taking his time to make sure I was ready. Even though I’d touched him before, I’d forgotten just how long and thick he was, and my body needed some gentle encouragement to accept all of him. When he was finally deep inside, his arms shook, and he stilled as he looked into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I felt a rush of emotion. “So are you.”

He kissed me softly. But before long, the gentle thrusts turned hard, and the strain became evident in his face. Sweat bathed our skin, and everything except for our wet bodies slapping each other faded into the distance. The sound was utterly erotic, and my body was barreling toward climax. Veins bulged in Donovan’s neck as he grinded down, creating friction against my clit, and I lost my battle of self-control.

“Donovan…” I yanked at his hair. “Don’t stop…”

He bit down on my shoulder, and my body flew over the edge. Orgasms were normally something I chased, but not today. Today, I struggled to not let it run me over. My muscles pulsated, and my eyes closed while wave after wave of ecstasy wracked through my body.