Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(91)

Gavin’s soft kisses on her * and rough caresses broke her last thread of control.


Rielle surrendered to him completely, wondering why she’d tried to retain any control, when his every touch, every lick, every kiss, everything he did to her…was exactly what she wanted. She let loose a long, deep moan.


His eyes were dark with triumph. Then his face was between her breasts and he captured a nipple, making more of those greedy male noises. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” He lifted her out of the chair.


As soon as they were face to face, his mouth took possession of hers. The kiss was a war of wills until her spine met a solid surface and Gavin’s upper body pressed hers flat.


His hands moved between them to grip his cock. Teasing her clit with the flared head until she writhed. Then he poised the tip against her opening.


The pause before that first thrust was excruciating, her body was strung so tight.


His breath was hot on her ear. “Ree.”


“Please.”


“Scream.” His lips, brushing the shell of her ear, set a jolt of electricity zipping through her. “Scream. My. Fucking. Name.” He slammed into her so hard the table rocked beneath her.


She screamed as the orgasm steamrolled her. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. Her legs locked around his flexing hips. The waves crashed into her, receded, and crashed into her again until she was adrift. Awash in pleasure.


Gavin’s thrusts were relentless. He buried his shaft deep one last time, spilling his seed inside her, whispering her name against her throat with such ferocity, it was as powerful as a scream.


Later, as they were entwined together, lazing in bed, Gavin asked, “So what would you like to do tomorrow? We can stay here and do exactly what we did today. Except more lounging in the pool. And more sex.”


“Gavin Daniels. We’ve had sex three times today.” After he’d f*cked her mindless by the pool, they’d ordered Chinese. He’d convinced her to let him check the scores on the bowl games. When she complained about being bored, she found her head in his lap with her mouth around his dick. He’d spun her around, burying his face in her * and…wow. Now she understood the appeal of sixty-nine. Then the man had dragged her to the shower and f*cked her standing up, using the handheld shower massager in a whole new way. “What are my other options besides nonstop sex?”


“We could go into the desert. See all the touristy stuff. Have lunch at my favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant. Or we could golf. Or we could visit a spa. Or we could go to an outlet mall or one of the billion places to shop in Phoenix.”


That gave Rielle an idea. “You know I’m not one for shopping, but is there a farmer’s market close by?”


“Yes, but you aren’t supposed to be working.”


“I hardly think me checking out the varieties of seasonal fruit and vegetables in Arizona could be considered working.” She poked him in the chest. “Besides. You’re working while we’re here, right?”


“Only two days.” His fingers pushed her hair out of her face. “What else are you burning to do?”


“This might sound weird, but I want to see the house you grew up in and where you went to school.”


Confusion crossed his face. “Why?”


“You’ve seen where I grew up. It shaped me. And I’m betting where you grew up shaped you too.”


“Okay. If that’s what you want.”


“Cool. I would like a desert tour tomorrow.”


“Done.”


Although they spent some nights sleeping in the same bed, would being together every night for the next two weeks change things?



“Honey. The gears grinding in your brain are keeping me awake. What are you thinking about?” Gavin asked sleepily.


He’d probably think she was neurotic if she told him the truth. She hedged. “Just wondering if it was hard for you to leave Sierra with her mom.”


“Well that woke me up.”


“Sorry. This day has been epically long and I realized I hadn’t asked how that had gone.”


“Ellen was as happy to see Sierra as Sierra was happy to see her. I wonder how long that joy of being reunited will last.” He sighed. “It’s different being here now than it was before. I was only a phone call away if Sierra needed me. In the last seven months since Ellen has been in France, I’ve dealt with all Sierra’s major trauma and minor drama without Ellen’s input or interference. I worry even if Sierra needs me, she won’t call. Not knowing what she’s doing for the week I’m not here will drive me crazy.”


“You miss her.”


“Like a limb. So much of my life, so much of who I am, is being a parent.”


“I understand how that is, Gavin.”


“I know you do, which is why you won’t think it’s strange that I keep looking over my shoulder thinking she’ll barge in on us. Or expecting to hear her ransacking the kitchen at midnight for snacks. Or that she’ll plop beside me on the couch to show me some bizarre video on YouTube.” His hand tenderly brushed her spine. “But my selfish side is happy for the chance to be alone with you like this. No kid, no responsibilities. Just us.”