All he’d done was think about her—how she looked, how she smelled, how soft her skin was. He popped her nipple out of his mouth and looked down on it, then dragged his tongue up to her neck and grazed her throat with his teeth, watching the goose bumps prickle her skin.
She smelled like vanilla, like sugar cookies, and he loved the taste of her. She was like his favorite candy—hard on the outside but a soft surprise on the inside.
She was his Elizabeth, and he didn’t think anyone knew her like he did. He didn’t think she’d ever let anyone know her like he knew her. And that made her a treasure. His treasure.
He lifted up on both arms and looked down at her. She was painfully beautiful without her makeup on, her hair pulled loose from her ponytail, all messy and perfect. He lifted and thrust into her, watching her eyes when he rolled his hips over her to grind against her clit.
She might keep secrets from him about painful parts of her life, but here, when they were connected, there were no secrets. She was fully open to him and she let him see her pleasure, how much she enjoyed sex, how much she enjoyed what he did to her.
She wound her arms around his neck. He pulled her up. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips as she slid right into rhythm with him, moving against him, riding his cock as she balanced her feet on the edge of the sofa, held on to him, and rocked against him, taking him right to the edge so fast he had to pull back to keep from climaxing.
But she wouldn’t let go. She tightened her grip on his neck and rode his cock, rolling her * over him and dropping down onto him, rubbing her ass against his balls until sweat poured down his face. He grabbed her ass then, gripping her tight and lifting her on and off him.
“Yes, like that,” she said, keeping her focus on his eyes as hers went dark green. “Make me come for you, Gavin.”
He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and lifted her faster and faster, up and down on his cock. “Yeah. Come on, baby, come on me.”
When she tightened around him and he saw her jaw drop, he let go, shoving inside her with the force of his orgasm. She cried out and came, and the convulsions around his cock intensified, sending him spiraling out of control. He wrapped his arms around her and let his orgasm rip through him. Both of them shuddered against each other as he poured everything he had into her until all his limbs were shaking and he was breathless and spent.
He smoothed his arms down her back, kissed her neck, and held her, not wanting to let her go.
“I’m starving,” she said against his chest.
He laughed. “Good thing I went to the grocery store this morning.”
They disengaged, cleaned up, and dressed, and Elizabeth picked up her cup from the coffee table, grimacing.
“It’s cold now. Guess I won’t be drinking any more coffee. How about a cocktail? Or do you want to get dressed and go out to eat?”
“I’m making you dinner tonight. I bought white wine. It’ll go with dinner.”
She stopped on her way to the kitchen and pivoted, arching a brow. “You are? Does this mean I have to make a pie?”
“Nah. I was just teasing about that.”
She gave him a dubious look. “Okay.”
She looked like she didn’t believe him, but he went into the kitchen to start dinner. Elizabeth fixed them glasses of wine and sat at the counter, watching him drag out pans and ingredients.
“What are you making?”
“Pan-seared salmon with pasta and spinach cream sauce.”
She laughed. “No really. What are you making?”
He slanted her a look. “That’s really what I’m making.”
“I’m stunned. And will be highly impressed if you don’t poison me.”
He laughed. “I promise not to poison you.”
He put water on to boil, then put butter in a pan and added a piece of salmon. While that was cooking, he got out the spinach, washed it, and zested a lemon.
“You look like you know what you’re doing.”
He smiled at her and took a sip of wine. “I told you I can cook.”
“I guess you did, didn’t you.”
Once the salmon was done, he set it aside, threw more butter into the pan, and tossed the spinach in there. Once the spinach had wilted, he added the lemon zest and some cream, and stirred it with one hand while drinking his wine with the other.
Elizabeth inhaled. “Gavin, that smells so good. What can I do to help?”
“Are you sure you want to? I don’t want to ruin your cooking embargo.”
“Ha-ha. What do you need me to do?”
He gave her instructions for the garlic bread, so she busied herself with slicing the bread and preparing it. She set the table while he tossed the bread in the oven. By then it was time to flake the salmon and add it to the pan with the spinach and cream. He’d already added pasta to the boiling water.
Everything was moving along at a fast clip, just the way he liked it.
Elizabeth came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. “A man that cooks. I might just never let you go. Do you hire out for parties?”