It's Only Love(47)

“During the week. We rent a house up there and they stay up there Sunday through Thursday and come home for the weekends.”

She brought the food to the table and took a seat across from him.

“Come over here.”

“Over where?”

He pushed out his chair and gestured to his lap.

A rush of heat overtook her at his blatant invitation, making her face—and other areas—feel hot. She got up and went around the table to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her and then used his free hand to fill his plate. Then he proceeded to feed them both from one plate. It was the single most intimate moment of her life, sharing a chair, a plate, a fork with him. He fed her bites of applesauce and then kissed the sweetness off her lips.

Everything tasted better than it ever had before, and the solid press of his erection against her bottom kept her in a constant state of arousal as they ate and he raved over the food she’d prepared.

Gavin put down the fork and ran his hand up her inner thigh.

Ella shuddered from the powerful charge of desire that simple touch created. The drag of his calluses over her skin set off a chain reaction that traveled from her lips to her nipples to her clit. She quite simply burned for him.

“Gavin.”

“What, babe?”

“I . . .”

He swept her hair out of his way and began kissing her neck.

She leaned in to get closer to him.

“What were you going to say?”

“Can we go to bed? Right now? Please?”

“The bed is so far away.” Before she could protest that it was only in the next room, he had arranged her so she faced him, straddling his lap. He pulled open the button to his jeans, unzipped slowly and carefully and freed his incredibly hard cock from the confines of his pants.

She could barely keep up as he pushed aside her thong and surged into her, filling and stretching her nearly to the point of pain before her body relented and let him in.

“Who needs a bed when we have a perfectly good chair?” he asked, his hands cupping her bottom under the nightgown and squeezing as he drove into her again.

Ella had never had sex on a kitchen chair before, and quickly discovered she’d been missing out.

He was relentless, manipulating her body as if she were weightless, lifting her up and down and then up, only to release her again, fully impaling her.

With her arms around his neck, Ella cried out from the thrill of his possession, for that was the only word that came to mind. She felt possessed by him in the best possible way.

Gavin pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The straps of her gown slid down her arms until her breasts were bared to him. He took full advantage, drawing her right nipple into his mouth as he rolled his hips, touching off wave after wave of sensation that had her on the verge of release.

“Gavin,” she gasped.

He heeded her unspoken plea and pressed his fingers against her clit, stroking her to completion.

Her head fell back, and she might’ve slipped off his lap without the strong hold he had on her as he found his release, too.

“Mmm,” he said on a low growl, “I love having dinner with you.”

Ella couldn’t believe it was possible to laugh while her body continued to vibrate with wave after wave of incredible pleasure. But he made her laugh, he made her happy, he made her want more of what they’d had together. So much more. She was beginning to realize that whatever time they were able to spend together would never be enough. She’d always want more. “I love having dinner with you, too. We should do it again tomorrow. And the day after.”

“The day after that, too.”

“Absolutely.”

“This is so good, Ella,” he whispered fiercely, his lips brushing against her jaw. “It’s so damned good.”

She blinked back the tears that suddenly filled her eyes. “I always knew it would be.”

“You had so much faith in me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You always deserved it. None of what happened was your fault.”

“Some of it was my fault,” he said with a sigh. “I let the rage get the better of me at times, and I’m not proud of that.” Keeping his arms around her, he stood, kicked off his jeans, walked them into the bedroom and came down on top of her, all without losing their intimate connection.

“That was very impressive,” she said, running her fingers through the silk of his hair, because she could. Because she’d wanted to every time she’d laid eyes on him for years.

“What was?”

“The caveman carry into the bedroom.”

“You’re light as a feather.”

“Sure, I am.”

He kissed her. “You fit perfectly in my arms.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Dinner was amazing. Thank you. The applesauce more than lived up to the hype.”

“You’re welcome, and I’ll make it for you any time you want it.”

“I’m going to want a lot of applesauce.” As he said the words, he began to move above her.

That’s when she realized he was hard again and apparently fully recovered. She was never going to survive insatiable Gavin. In past relationships, it was a busy night if they had sex once. With Gavin, once was never enough. Would that change over time or would they always want each other this way?