Chapter Thirty-Four
Jasmine
My feet were resting on Donovan’s lap while he leaned back into the couch. He was conveniently wearing his jeans and no shirt. I was thinking I’d be content to just look at him all the time.
It was ridiculous actually. He was so f*****g sexy—all rugged, hard, muscled planes. Before I even thought about it, I leaned forward and dropped kisses over his chest.
He chuckled, his eyes canting down to mine, glinting with mirth. “I don’t think I can handle another round, sugar. I’m f*****g exhausted.”
“You don’t need to handle anything,” I replied. “I just wanted to taste your skin.”
We’d ordered pizza and lounged around his suite. Our shower had left me giddy, fizzing with joy inside. He told me a little bit more about Bill, what had happened while he was in Denv
