Changing the Game

“Ohhh.”


Elizabeth lifted against him, pressing her sex against his mouth, feeding him the softness of her. She tasted like tart honey, hot and sweet. The sounds coming from her as he made a slow glide with his tongue only ratcheted up his need to make this good for her—as good as she’d made it for him.

He tucked his tongue inside her *, fucked her with it and felt her legs quiver.

Oh, yeah.

“Gavin,” she cried out, and he tilted his head back, watching his redheaded goddess with her hair wild from the wind, her shirt flying out, and her breasts exposed to his view. Her legs were parted, and her * glistened from his mouth and her own desire.

She was beautiful when open to him this way, giving him everything, unrestrained.

He slipped a finger inside her * and swiped his tongue over her sex, lingering at her clit.

“Oh,” she said, tilting her head down to watch him. “Yes. Fuck me with your fingers, Gavin. Make me come.”

He loved watching her let go, loved seeing her so turned on and near the edge that she told him exactly what she needed. Her eyes were glazed over, deep in passion, and he knew all she was thinking about was climaxing. That’s exactly where he wanted her—poised on the edge and ready to fly.

He circled the bud with his tongue, then put his lips over her clit, put two fingers inside her *, and started to pump fast, watching her face as she came.

She was beautiful when she was in orgasm, an almost-pained expression on her face as she rocked her * against him and shuddered all over, her breasts rising and falling as she panted and reached down, grabbing his hair and holding him in place as the waves rolled over her.

When she finally settled, he rose and took her mouth, reaching into his pocket for a condom and sheathing himself, then entering her. She cried out as he drove inside her, felt her tighten around him as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

He grabbed her hair and held her while he pumped hard and fast. She was still spasming from her orgasm, the convulsions squeezing his cock in a stranglehold of sensation. Her tongue wrapped around his, and he sucked on it, needing to come inside her, wanting her to go off again. When he heard her whimper, he knew she was ready again, and he powered up inside her and held, then rocked against her until she splintered.

He went with her this time, losing himself inside her heat, kissing her as he came until they were both shaking, breathless and wet with sweat from their efforts.

“It’s hot out here,” he said when he pulled away. “How about a swim?”

She laughed, pulling her pants up. “Sounds good to me.”

They threw on their swimsuits and ran into the ocean, which felt damn good after the heated fires they’d just been through. And even more, she surprised him. She didn’t mind getting her hair wet, couldn’t care less that her makeup ran in rivers down her face. In fact when he mentioned it, she didn’t turn around to swipe at the mess under her eyes. Instead, she laughed it off and splashed water at him.

He hadn’t expected that of her. She was always well dressed, her hair flawless—everything about her perfect. In the ocean her hair fell over her eyes, and she kind of resembled a drowned rat.

And she didn’t seem to care at all.

There was a lot about Elizabeth that was totally unpredictable.

And she’d given him one hell of a blow job to keep him from finding out more about her.

He wondered what she was hiding.

Time to up the stakes in this game he was playing and see if he could get a little truth from her.





FIVE


THEY WERE GOING DANCING TONIGHT. GAVIN HADN’T been joking when he’d told her he wanted her to have dresses so he could take her dancing.

How utterly bizarre. She knew his mother had been a dance teacher at one time, but she just didn’t see Gavin as a dancer. He was rough around the edges, a shot of whiskey and hang out at the bar kind of man. A man’s man. Not a woman’s kind of man.

But hey, if he wanted to get dressed up and go to a club, who was she to say no? She had plenty of guy friends she went clubbing with, though they were all gay and she usually went with the guys and their boyfriends. And had a wonderful time doing it. Nothing romantic about it, of course, at least not for her, but she had a blast clubbing with her friends.

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