Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)(35)

“Jesus.” He looked down at me. “Say that again,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Tell me how you want it.”

This time I put some venom into the words. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

Inside me, his cock throbbed. “Goddamn it,” he growled. “Why is that so fucking hot?”

He began to move again, but it was different than before. Faster. Harder. Rougher. There was a jagged edge to his rhythm—angry thrusts of his hips rather than that undulating motion of his body over mine. His breathing grew raspy and labored. His cock plunged deep, causing a twinge of pain within me.

I gasped, but he didn’t slow down.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was gruff. “To be right about me after all?”

“Yes,” I managed, the pain subsiding, replaced by a wicked sense of pleasure—not just in the friction between our bodies but in the game we were playing. Not only had I found a way to play it on my terms, but I’d just scored a point.

“Fine. I’ll fuck you like I hate you.” He grinned above me. “I’ll still make you come.”

And he did. That bastard did what no guy before him had ever managed to do—give me a second orgasm.

Hell, most guys couldn’t even manage the first!

I don’t know if it was the size of the boat or the motion of the ocean—it also could have been the way the boat smelled and tasted and moaned—but I found myself cresting at the top of that wave again in no time at all, and then crashing onto the shore at the same time he did, our bodies in perfect sync.

Afterward, I felt as if I really had just washed up onto the beach. Breathless. Damp. Exhausted. Shipwrecked.

Stranded.





NINE





GIANNI





My heart banged hard against my ribs. My skin was stuck to Ellie’s. And my dick was still inside her.

Holy shit. I had sex with Ellie Fournier.

And it was amazing.

I picked up my head and looked down. Her expression was something between awestruck and aw, fuck.

“Well. That was . . .” I searched for a word that could even come close to describing what had just happened.

“A surprise.”

“Uh, yeah.”

She pummeled my chest lightly. “Let me up. I need some air.”

“Oh. Sorry.” I rolled off her and got out of bed. “Be right back.”

In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom and cleaned up a little, and when I opened the door, she was standing there naked.

Well, almost naked.

I looked at her from head to foot. “Two things. First, if I didn’t make it clear already, you have an amazing body.”

“Thank you.”

“Second, I cannot believe I fucked you with those hedgehog socks on.”

“I guess they’re your lucky socks too.” She tugged on my arm. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Okay.” We traded places, and Ellie closed herself into the bathroom while I wandered back toward the bed in a daze, looking at it with a kind of wonder. My brain was on a loop.

Holy shit. I had sex with Ellie Fournier.

And it was good. Like, better than good. It was intense and fun and crazy hot.

What were the chances she’d be up for doing it again while we were stuck in this room together? I tried to calculate the odds, but really didn’t see them turning out in my favor. Most likely, that had been a one-time thing, a strangely enjoyable way for the two of us to get back at one another or finally satisfy our curiosity.

At least I’d given her two real orgasms. The thought made me smile with satisfaction.

I pulled the covers back and climbed back into bed. I was lying on my back, hands tucked beneath my head when Ellie shuffled back into the room.

Grabbing the blanket she’d been wearing earlier from the foot of the mattress, she wrapped it around herself and wandered toward the window. After switching off the light, she moved the curtain aside and stood looking out. Her dark hair spilled down her back, and I had the urge to touch it again.

“Still snowing?” I asked.

“Yes. Your car is buried. Everyone’s is.”

“I’ll clear it off tomorrow.”

Sighing, she closed the curtain again and went over to her bag. “I wish I would have thought to pack emergency pajamas. I don’t really want to sleep in your sweater.”

“Sleep naked.”

“I can’t sleep naked with you.”

I laughed. “Ellie, my tongue has been all over your body tonight.”

“That’s not the point.” She faced me and spoke in the know-it-all voice I was used to. “Sleeping naked next to someone is something that people in a relationship do. Not us.”

“I’m sleeping naked.”

“Gianni! Can’t you at least put underwear on?”

“No, I’m saving my clean underwear for tomorrow. And I’m perfectly comfortable being naked next to you. It seems ridiculous to get shy about it after what just happened between us.”

She sighed. “Then can I have your T-shirt?”

“Sure.”

She walked around to my side of the bed and found it on the floor. Scooping it up, she shook it out for some reason before tossing the blanket back onto the bed and pulling the shirt over her head. Then she sniffed the collar. “It smells good.”