Overwhelm Me (5 page)

Livey contemplates this idea. I think she knows that I want to hang out with Donovan, but she wants to be the one that’s there for me. Livey sighs and gives in. “Okay, sweetie, but we are going to leave too. We are heading to grab a bite at Wendy’s, you want anything?” she offers.

“No, I’m okay, really. Just call me when you’re on the way home.” I tell her. We say our goodbyes to my girls and head out the door. My eyes scan the parking lot, looking for the linebacker. When I don’t see him, I breathe a sigh of relief. Donovan keeps his hold on me as we walk to his car. We reach the same BMW I had seen earlier this morning. Donovan releases me and opens the passenger side door for me. I slide in, and he shuts it. Donovan stops and looks around for my attacker. When he is completely satisfied, he slips into the driver’s side with ease. I admire the car’s beauty. It’s clean, and the black leather looks as though it’s been well taken care of. There is black tint on the windows. The stereo is custom made with lots of knobs and lights. Donovan’s iPod is laying on the cup holder. Donovan turns the key and roars the engine. Instead of shifting into reverse, he turns to me.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t stop that jerk sooner. I only turned to finish my beer, only took my eyes off of you for a second. By the time I turned to look for you, the guy was grabbing you and trying to assault you,” Donovan clenches his teeth, his brow furrowed.

“Please don’t blame yourself. It is not your fault,” I plead as I shift in my seat to face him, my eyes trained on his.

“But it did happen and it fucking pisses me off!” Donovan bellows as he slams both his fists on the steering wheel, making me jump.

I place my hand on his thigh. “Please don’t do this to yourself. You can’t beat yourself up over what some crazy guy did.” Donovan grabs my hand and whips around to face me, his eyes showing his fear.

“I was terrified. I really thought he would hurt you,” Donovan’s voice trails off.

My heart sinks. I don’t want him to feel tortured and helpless. “I’m fine, really. I was scared, too.

But somehow, I knew you would…protect me. I am grateful that you were there. Thank you.” I keep my eyes locked on his baby blues as I knot my fingers in my lap. Donovan’s bright eyes are full of emotion. My heart skips a beat, maybe two. It’s like he puts me in a trance. He takes me to a place where I feel calm and safe, like nothing can touch me. And the feeling scares me to death. I feel like it’s too fast. I’ve only met him and already feel this connection with him. I can’t think straight with Donovan around me. At the same time, I already crave more of him.

“Allie, I…” Before he can say another word, I grab his face and slam my mouth to his. I hear his gasp of surprise, and it turns me on more. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol making me braver, since I’ve never acted this way, or maybe it’s the fact that it’s Donovan. Either way, I don’t care right now. I grab his hair with my hands and kiss him fiercely, trying to convey all the attraction I feel towards him all in this one kiss. He moans into my mouth as my tongue slides around his. I inhale his wonderful scent of body wash and cologne. They should bottle this stuff, it’s absolutely intoxicating.

Donovan puts his hands on the sides of my neck, holding on to me for dear life. He returns the forcefulness of my kiss, and I realize he feels this way, too. He takes his hands off my neck, then pulls me onto his lap so I am straddling him. I don’t care if we are in the middle of a parking lot, I want this sexy man right now. The magnetism between us is completely primal lust, and it excites me in ways I didn’t know were possible.

As we sit here, entangled in each others arms, all touches and tongues, the desire builds up inside my belly. I’m on fire and the only thing that can put me out is Donovan.

“Allie, please,” Donovan begs me. His voice is husky and deep. His skilled fingers run up and down my back, learning the curves of my body. “God, you are so sexy. You drive me crazy,” he says as our mouths pull apart. He starts to trail feather like kisses down my jaw and neck. His hands move down to my thighs and raise my dress slightly, showing the lace of my boy short panties. I roll my head back and close my eyes. My back arches so my breasts are pushed up towards Donovan. He takes advantage and cups my breasts with his palms. My nipples pucker from the touch. Donovan’s lips have moved to my collar bone, lightly nipping and sucking as he goes. I softly groan and shiver as his touch makes me wet. Donovan plants kisses on the tops of my breast that peek out from the neckline of my dress.

“My God, I want to touch every part of you,” Donovan breathes as he pulls down the top of my dress, exposing my lacy bra. “Oh, this is nice,” he grins and proceeds to gently pull my bra under my breasts, pushing them higher. He rolls his tongue around one of my nipples, and my body reacts, quivering from this intimate pleasure. Donovan licks me and uses his teeth, lightly grazing. He takes great pleasure in turning me on. The proof is the rock hard erection I can feel through my underwear. I instinctively rock my hips back and forth, my body begging him to thrust inside me.

He stops abruptly. We are both panting and fogging up the windows of his BMW. Donovan stares at me, his eyes wide. “Oh, shit. We are still in the parking lot. People might see us!”

He lifts me off of him. I sit back in my seat and put myself back together. I’m stunned by the abruption because I wanted more, and I thought he did too.

“But your windows are tinted.” I frown.

Donovan smirks at me. “Well, baby doll, I don’t want to take that chance. I’m a doctor, and you want into the P.A. program, so I don’t think either one of us wants to be arrested for indecent exposure.” My cheeks redden at the thought. He’s right. I did get caught up in the heat of the moment.

“You’re right. We should be more careful,” I mumble, still hot and bothered for this beautiful man. I notice his hair is tousled and sexy. Donovan’s cheeks are also a bit flushed. It’s nice to know he is just as affected by me as I am by him.

Donovan puts the car in reverse, and we turn out of the Peachtree Tavern parking lot. I instruct him to turn left, then right. I sit and listen to the music coming from the stereo. It’s some top 40’s station, and it’s playing Adele. I let her sultry voice rush over me. I notice Donovan’s hand has stayed on my knee the entire time. The gesture is sweet and protective, not sexual, and I beam to myself. As we drive further down the road, I take a minute to study his features. His jaw is square and looks as if it was chiseled by a sculptor. His nose is straight, and his lips are full and a bit swollen from my earlier assault on them. Donovan suddenly cuts his eyes to me. I feel like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. He smiles a sideways grin at me and asks, “You like?” He then licks his bottom lip. God, I want those lips back on me.

“I should ask you the same thing, doctor,” I bat my eyelashes at him.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I like it,” Donovan slides his hand farther up my thigh. “Oh, by the way, those panties you have on? Very nice.” My mouth pops open. I can’t believe how much this man can turn me on with only a few words. I don’t understand how I can feel this much this fast. I think that I must be cautious about my feelings and try to hold back. I don’t want to get hurt again. I silently pray that this works out for us. Maybe we should slow things down a bit.

The only problem is being around him makes the lust impossible to ignore. The looks Donovan gives, the way he kisses me, and those incredible bedroom eyes. Heaven help me!

“Where do I turn?” Donovan asks as we pull into my apartment complex, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.

“Turn left. I live in A2,” I tell him. The apartments where Livey and I live are modest but have a whimsical Southern charm to them. White dogwood trees line the sidewalks. The trees have bloomed already, but they still remind me of my home in Virginia. The building itself is red brick with white trim around the windows. Vintage lamp posts are set up in the parking lot. The landscape is freshly manicured and up kept. Donovan pulls beside my Mustang and shuts off the engine. He sits for a minute before he looks at me. His blue eyes seem to expose my soul, and the feeling is overwhelming, but it excites me as well.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” Donovan says as he takes my hand into his and kisses my knuckles.

“Yes, please,” I whimper, dreading this night coming to an end. He winks at me as he opens his car door. He walks with a smooth grace to my side. He opens the door and offers his hand, which I gladly accept. I use my other hand to grab my purse. He bends his elbow so I can loop my arm through. We slowly walk down the sidewalk to my apartment.

“You know, you can hang out here for a little while, if you want,” I say impassively, but inside I want to beg him to stay. I muster up the most alluring look I can and blink my eyes at him.

Donovan grins. “Well, I have to work in the morning at the clinic.” My disappointment must be pronounced because he quickly adds, “But I can stay for a few minutes. I would like to see your apartment.” My mood instantly brightens. I turn to the door and unlock it. I am really glad Donovan is here with me as we walk in. I’m still frightened from the linebacker blitz on me. I shudder as the thought comes unwelcome in my mind. I quickly flip on the light.

“Nice place you got here,” Donovan says politely.

“Yes, it is cozy. Livey and I have lived here for almost four years. She has all the interior design skills, not me,” I smile.

Donovan laughs, “I’m sure there are a few touches of yours around here.”

I toss my purse and keys onto the table. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to go change.” I offer for Donovan to have a seat. “I won’t be long.” I head down the hallway to my room and shut the door.

My heart is racing. Oh my, Donovan Callahan is in my living room! I beam at the very thought. I debate whether or not I should put on something sexy. I rummage through my dresser drawers and realize I don’t even own something sexy. I decide on cute instead and put on my gray shorts and black tank top. I throw my hair up in a bun and look in the mirror. “Good enough,” I say to myself. Now to wash this damn makeup off my face. I open my door and see Donovan looking at my family picture.

“This your family?” he asks.

“No, those are some random people I decided to take a picture of and hang in my home,” I tease him.

“You’re a smartass!” he jokes back.

I laugh. He is so cute right now. So far, I’ve known him one night, and I’ve seen sexy, angry, frustrated, and playful Donovan. I like the sexy and playful side of him.

“Yes, that’s me, my parents, and my brother, Jon,” I look at the picture with him, “They live back in Lynchburg.”

“Lynchburg? Tennessee?” Donovan questions, eyebrows raised.

“No, Virginia. It’s a small college town with nothing to do, but I call it home.”

“Well, I have to say, you look adorable in your flowered dress, and your mom is kind of hot.”

Donovan wisely ducks as I swat at him. “Hey, come on. You two look alot alike. I was paying you a compliment, too.” I swat at him again and catch his arm. “Ow, that hurt, you brute,” he says. He rubs his arm like he’s in pain. I kiss his arm, just like my mom used to do when I skinned my knees. “Thank you, much better,” he winks at me.

Donovan turns back to the picture. “So, do you have any other siblings?”

“No, it’s just Jon and me. But my brother does have twin boys who light up my world. Their names are Jamie and Henry.” I beam at the sound of their names. God, I love those boys.

“Bet their auntie Allie spoils them rotten.”

“They have me wrapped around their fingers, for sure,” I smile warmly. I really need to get a picture of those two on my wall.

“So, are your parents still together?” Donovan asks casually as he glances at the other pictures in the hallway.

I let out a sigh and say, “Sort of.”

Donovan turns his head and cocks an eyebrow at me. “Well, that’s an odd answer. What does that mean? Are they separated, but not divorced?”

“No, my dad died of heart disease two years ago. He was only fifty. He missed his fifty-first birthday by three weeks. My mom vowed to never get married again after he passed, and she still wears her wedding ring,” I choke up on the last two words, and I feel the burn of the unshed tears in my eyes. “He died while I was here in Atlanta. I didn’t get the chance to say good-bye.

The heart attack was so sudden, and it killed him almost instantly.” My tears are unleashed, and they start to trickle down my face. “I miss him dearly. He is the whole reason I want to get into healthcare. I want to help other people manage their diseases and not die so young,”

Donovan is standing in front of me. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs as he cups my face. “Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m sure he’s very proud of you and who you are.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Please don’t leave me here alone with my thoughts. I just…just need you here with me,” I sob into his neck, tears coming unchecked. Donovan strokes my hair, and I find it very soothing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay. I keep an extra pair of scrubs in my locker at the clinic.” He keeps running his fingers through my hair.