It's Only Love(28)

He did, and oh God, he was good. Thrusting his fingers deep inside her, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.

Ella detonated, her body seized by the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. She might’ve screamed from the pleasure that ripped through her. And then he did it again, bringing her down and back up so quickly, she barely had time to recover from the first one before the second was upon her.

He stood and then came down over her, kissing her with lips and a tongue that tasted like her. It was all so earthy and erotic and everything she’d hoped it would be. She wanted to cry from the sweet relief, the pleasure and the hope that beat through her with every breath she took.

The scent of his cologne filled her senses, making her want to bury her nose in his neck and just breathe him in because she could.

But he had other ideas. Producing a condom, he dropped his pants and rolled it on, looking down at her all the while, seeming to gauge her readiness.

She was so ready. She’d been born ready for this man. Ella opened her arms to him, welcoming him into her body, her life, her heart, her soul. Everything she had was his to take.

Still watching her, he pressed into her. It had been a while since she last had sex, so the pinch of pain wasn’t unexpected.

“Mmm, so tight and hot.”

He went slowly, entering and withdrawing in small increments until her body began to yield to him. Bending over her, he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it without losing a beat in the slow progression below.

She ran her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, still wanting to pinch herself that this was happening. She was making love with Gavin Guthrie. Best. Moment. Of. Her. Life. Someday maybe she’d tell him that making love to him had been the best moment of her life. For now, she wanted to relax and enjoy what had been such a long time coming.

His eyes opened, his gaze crashing into hers. That was when she knew he felt it, too—the enormity, the magnitude of what they were finally doing. He pushed into her, this time giving her everything he had, making her moan from the incredible feeling of being filled completely by the man she loved.

For the longest time, he didn’t move as their bodies came together, throbbing and pulsing in time with each other.

She was on the verge of begging him to move, to do something, when he began to withdraw from her as slowly as he entered. Then he slammed back in, triggering another orgasm for her.

“Christ,” he muttered, unleashed by her reaction. He pounded into her, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other cupping her bottom as he let loose. It was as if all the boiling frustration of the last few months had never happened. Frustration had been replaced by passion unlike anything she could’ve dreamed—and her dreams had been rather vivid where Gavin was concerned.

“Ella.” Her name was like an oath, uttered in desperation. “Come with me. Come with me.”

“Yes, Gavin . . .” She met him stroke for stroke, giving herself over to the moment, the love, the need, the craving desire. With every deep stroke he was ruining her for all other men. She knew it, and she didn’t care. There’d never been anyone but him for her anyway. Now she had proof.

“El . . . Now. I can’t . . .” He came hard, pressing deep inside her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he let go, taking her with him into another epic release.

That had never happened before. She was lucky to come once during sex, let alone twice.

Gavin came down on top of her, warm and sweaty and breathing hard.

Ella wrapped her arms around him, wanting to stay right here in this perfect moment forever. For once, she wasn’t yearning for something—or someone—she couldn’t have. Everything she’d ever wanted was right here in her arms, and he seemed as happy to be there as she was to have him.

“Am I crushing you?” he asked.

“Not at all.”

“You okay?”

“I’m great. You?”

He lifted his head to kiss her. “I’m fantastic.”

Ella smiled up at him. It was great to hear him say that in light of his recent state of mind.

He kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip.

She wrapped her hand around his nape to keep him there, opening her mouth to his tongue. After having a taste of him, she was hungry for more. She had a big week coming up at work with the staff retreat on Friday night and the subsequent kickoff of the holiday shopping season. They really ought to blow out the candles and go to sleep or she’d be a wreck tomorrow.

But with Gavin Guthrie naked in her bed and throbbing inside her, sleep was the very last thing on her mind.





CHAPTER 9




The only cure for grief is action.

—George Henry Lewes



It had been a very long time since Gavin had felt as good as he did lying in Ella’s arms after making love to her for the first time. The spinning had stopped, the sickening despair was gone and what remained was a tiny kernel of hope that wanted to bloom into something strong and lasting.

She was like an oasis, offering him things he hadn’t known he needed. Her sweet softness was a welcome respite from the hell his life had become.

The stroke of her fingers through his hair soothed and calmed the restlessness he carried with him always.

“Gav?”

“Hmm?”