It's Only Love(95)

“Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you for telling him the truth. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

“It was easier than it would’ve been before I talked to you about it yesterday. And for what it’s worth, apparently your brothers and brother-in-law are pussies these days, too.”

Ella laughed. “It’ll happen to the rest of them someday.”

“I can only hope it happens soon. I’ll leave you to eat in peace.”

“Don’t go. Help me out here. There’s enough to feed an army.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She lifted a forkful of omelet and held it out to him. Holding her gaze, he took the bite.

After breakfast, they changed into swimsuits and headed for the beach, where he continued tending to her every need, beginning with applying her sunscreen and then by producing a Bloody Mary that left her feeling pleasantly buzzed and peaceful. Her siblings joined them in nearby cabanas, everyone enjoying the sun and sand and clear blue water. They were friendly to Gavin if not overly talkative. She could live with that. It was the most relaxing day Ella could remember having in a long time.

As relaxed as she was, however, Gavin seemed wound up, agitated, unable to sit still. “What’s wrong?” she asked as they returned to their room late that afternoon to shower for dinner with his parents.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re tense. You have been all day.”

“Did you have a nice day?”

“I had a great day.”

“That’s all that matters. I want you happy.”

“That’s not all that matters.”

“It is for now.”

He used the keycard to open the door, gesturing for her to go in ahead of him. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, she turned to him, resting her hand on his chest. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, Ella. Nothing a cold shower won’t take care of.”

“Oh.” She let her gaze travel down the front of him, stopping just below his waist where the evidence of his arousal left no room for interpretation as to what had him so wound up.

“It’s your fault,” he said in a teasing tone. “You and that itty-bitty bikini you pranced around in all day.”

“My bikini is neither itty nor bitty,” she said. “And I don’t prance.”

“It’s both itty and bitty, and I’m only human, babe. And P.S., you most certainly do prance.”

She raised her hands to his shoulders and went up on tiptoes to kiss him.

He reacted instantly, cupping her bottom and lifting her into his arms as he devoured her with his lips, teeth and tongue. With his erection pressed against her, Ella wanted to forget all about the many reasons she’d planned to keep him at arm’s length.

Then she was falling, landing on the bed with him on top of her as the kiss took a turn toward the wild and frantic. The only thing standing between what they both wanted were her bikini bottoms and his bathing suit. He kept his hands on her bottom, squeezing as his tongue thrust into her mouth.

Ella arched into him, needing the relief only he could provide.

He broke the kiss, panting and staring down at her, seeming as dazed as she felt. “We have to stop or we won’t be able to.”

“Don’t stop yet.”

“Ella . . .”

“Please don’t stop yet.”

A muscle in his cheek pulsed from the tension that gripped them both. “Untie your top.”

With trembling hands, Ella did as he asked, baring her breasts to him.

He groaned as he dipped his head to run his tongue over the hard point of her nipple, drawing it into the heat of his mouth and running his tongue back and forth. The whole time he continued to press against her sex, letting her know what he really wanted with every thrust of his hard cock against her tingling clit.

God, she was actually going to come from the combination of what he was doing to her nipples while he pressed against her.

“Gavin . . . Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop loving you, Ella. Never.” He sucked hard on her nipple and thrust against her until she came with a sharp cry of pleasure. “Yes, baby, yes. Let me hear you.”

Mindful of their neighbors and who they were, she didn’t fully give in to the urge to scream, but she wanted to.

“Mmm,” he said against her nipple as he continued to stroke his tongue over her sensitive skin. “You’re so hot when you come. I could watch that all day and never get tired of seeing you let go.”

She ran a hand down the front of him, cupping his hardness. “What about you?”

“That was more than enough for me.”

“It wasn’t enough for me. Turn over.”

“No, El, really . . . We don’t have to.”

“Turn over.”

Sighing, he flopped onto his back. “If you touch me, I’ll explode.”

“That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it?” She kissed her way down the front of him, paying homage to his rippling abs before freeing him from the board shorts he’d worn to the beach.

“Ella . . . Christ . . .” As she stroked him, he raised his hips, and true to his word, he came within seconds of her first touch. “Told ya.”