It's Only Love(10)

“I’m not rewriting anything. When we were in college and Caleb was hot and heavy with Hannah, I wanted to ask you out. But you were still in high school, and Caleb told me to leave you alone. He said you were far too young and sweet for the likes of me, and he was right about that.”

“No, he wasn’t.” It was infuriating, all these years later, to realize that he’d had feelings for her, too.

“If I had to bet, he was concerned that if I screwed things up with you it would screw things up for him with Hannah. He threatened me with bodily harm if I so much as looked at you.”

“I can’t hear this. I . . . I just . . . I should go.” Before she could make a move to leave the bed, he had her secured to the mattress with the weight of his big body on top of hers, his erection pressed into her belly.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

“All this time, Gavin.” Ella was on the verge of tears that she held back by closing her eyes tightly. “I can’t bear to think of what might’ve been.”

“We’re together now. We have right now and tomorrow and the next day and a fresh new opportunity that I’ll do my best not to royally screw up.” He kissed her again, more intently this time.

Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his tongue. Her emotions were all over the place, but when he kissed her so passionately, she couldn’t think of anything but right here and right now with the man she’d craved for so long. His kisses set her on fire. She curled her legs around his hips, seeking relief for the ache that grew with every sweep of his tongue.

Seeming to sense what she needed, he rocked against her. Then his hand was between them, unbuttoning the shirt of his that she wore.

She should stop this before it went any further. Neither of them was in any way prepared for this to happen, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Not when she’d wanted him so badly.

Without missing a beat in the kiss, Gavin pushed the two sides of the shirt aside and brought his chest down on hers, making Ella moan from the bliss of his chest hair brushing against her tight nipples. This was insanity. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

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.