He broke the kiss, gasping for air. “God, Ella . . .” Burying his face in her neck, he took a series of deep breaths.
She caressed his back in small circles, working her way down, learning each hill and valley of his muscular frame and making him tremble under her hands. Reaching the waistband of his boxers, she faced a dilemma. Keep going like she wanted to or stop like she knew she should?
After years and years of checking out the way that sexy ass looked in denim, she found she couldn’t resist the temptation to smooth her hands over the tight globes that grew tighter as she explored him.
“Fuck,” he whispered on a long exhale. “Ella . . .”
She squirmed under him, his erection pressing against her.
“I want to touch you, too,” he said.
“Please . . . Yes.” Maybe it was shameless to all but beg him, but when a girl’s dreams were coming true, she hardly had time to be concerned about shame.
He used his arms to lift himself off her, going up to his knees. Pushing her legs apart, he bent over her to kiss her left breast. The scrape of his late-day whiskers against her skin made her feel feverish. Then he closed his lips around her nipple, tugging and sucking as he continued to press his erection between her legs. The combination was too much and just right all at the same time. “Gavin . . .”
“It’s okay, baby. Let it happen. You’re so sweet and sexy.”
His words triggered her orgasm, which ripped through her body like an out-of-control freight train.
She came down from the incredible high to discover she had fistfuls of his hair and was about to give him two very big bald spots.
“That was so hot,” he whispered against her lips. “I can’t wait to be inside you when that happens.”
“Mmm.” The thought of that was more than she could process with her body still humming from the most powerful orgasm of her life. If he could do that while barely touching her, she was almost afraid of what else he was capable of. But she also couldn’t wait to find out.
“You okay?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
He moved to his side, taking her with him.
She cuddled up to him, her legs intertwining with his like they’d been sleeping together forever. All the earlier awkwardness was gone and in its place was a growing sense of familiarity that she’d yearned for with him.
The press of his hard cock against her belly was a reminder that only one of them had found this encounter to be particularly fulfilling. She flattened her hand against his stomach and dragged it down to cover the hard column of flesh, discovering that he most definitely needed those extra-large condoms. Holy moly!
He drew in a sharp deep breath and covered her hand with his own, stopping her from moving.
“Let me,” she whispered.
“I can’t. I’m right there.”
“That’s okay.” She pushed his hand aside and began to stroke him through the thin cotton of his underwear.
“Ella . . .” His voice sounded strangled.
“It’s okay.”
He got harder and longer. His grip on her arm tightened and his breathing became labored.
Ella leaned in closer to kiss him, dragging her tongue over his lips before delving inside his mouth.
Groaning, he thrust into her hand and came.
She stayed with him all the way through it until he relaxed against her.
His hand slid inside her shirt and curved around her back. “I feel incredibly lucky that you’ll even speak to me let alone do that.”
“We’re both lucky to have this opportunity to be together this way. Promise you won’t hurt me, Gavin.”
“That’s the last thing in the world I want to do.”
It wasn’t exactly a promise, but she’d take what she could get where he was concerned.
CHAPTER 5
Grief can take care of itself, but to get
the full value of a joy you must have
somebody to divide it with.
—Mark Twain