Lifting his mouth from her breast, he cupped the back of her neck, threaded his fingers into the hair at her nape, and mirrored the work of his hand with his mouth, stroking her lips with his tongue as he circled her opening, plunging into her mouth as he drove into her pussy.
He felt her orgasm building in the taut stretch of her muscles, the quickening rise of her hips to his hand. Heard it in her rapid breaths, in the rising pitch of her sexy sounds.
Troy relished the sensations, kept the steady build, holding back just enough to make her work for it, make the tease last a little too long, so her climax was that much harder, stronger, better. Wetter.
“I want you drenched when I slide into you, Ellie.” He held her head at an angle where she had to look him in the eye. “I want you to come hard. Gush. Get all juicy for me.”
“Mmm,” she whimpered, rocking harder and faster, her brow tightening with that telltale sign of imminent release.
“Then I’ll hammer home. Slide and drive. Slide and drive.” He matched his words with his hand, stroking gently against her, then pushing hard between her legs. “You want that, El? You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her, just little sips of her lips as he changed the position of his hand, putting more pressure, more motion on her clit.
“Ah God…” Her head dropped back, and pleasure rolled from her throat just before her whole body tightened and she came, the orgasm jerking her muscles and washing her face with a blissful expression, filling Troy’s heart with the same.
As she floated back to earth, he unfastened his swim trunks, pulled a condom from the pocket—he never went anywhere without one with Giselle around—and rolled it on. Then he slipped her bikini bottoms off and turned her toward the sofa.
She melted into the soft cushions and opened her thighs, the most beautiful, most welcoming sight he’d ever seen. Troy knelt between her legs and pushed deep on one thrust. Giselle bowed. A little sound ebbed from her throat. She crossed her feet at his back, stroked her hands up his arms, cradled his face and pulled him to her, where she kissed him and kissed him and kissed him while he made love to her just like he’d promised, in deep, passionate thrusts.
r /> And when she was on the verge of another climax, Troy pulled back to watch the release wash over her face and haze her eyes, then let himself go. Let the ecstasy burst up his spine and out his limbs until his skin tingled with the perfection of it. The perfection of Giselle.
Giselle stretched and glanced over her shoulder and found Troy’s eyes still closed. Smiling, she rolled over and ruffled his hair, snuggling close and absorbing his heat and scent. “Relaxing is tough work, huh, Renegade?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His sleepy murmur made everything inside her warm and grow like a flower in rich soil.
Giselle’s stomach growled, and she pulled her gaze from Troy’s handsome face to check the time on the nightstand clock. Two p.m. They’d loved the morning away after her surfing lesson.
She rolled out from under Troy’s arm and pushed to her feet. He didn’t flutter an eyelash, didn’t move a finger. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Want something to eat?”
He made a noise that could have been construed as just about anything.
“I’m going to take that as a yes, since we haven’t eaten in hours.” She couldn’t stop smiling as she straightened and added a flare of drama when she added, “No, no, don’t get up. I’ll bring it to you.”
His mouth curved in a sleepy smile, one that made her heart swell until she was sure it would burst.
Giselle pulled one of his T-shirts over her head and wandered through the house, squinting at the afternoon sun glistening off the ocean and spilling through the windows that looked out on the multimillion-dollar view. She felt loose and languid and loved to perfection. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt so completely and utterly happy and fulfilled and complete—as long as her mind stayed within the confines of this setting. Once it wandered outside these walls, outside this beach…
She sighed as she entered the kitchen. Not yet. She wasn’t going to face those thoughts yet. There would be a lot to talk about. A lot to work out. And even though she believed they could do it, that together they could figure it out, a sliver of fear wound through all the dark places in her soul, pushing doubt to the surface.
Giselle stepped into the kitchen and forced the doubt back as she pulled open the fridge. With a little rummaging, she came up with enough food to put together a fruit-and-cheese plate. She added a bottle of chilled red zinfandel to the snack and called it perfect.
Gazing out at the ocean while she washed the berries and grapes, Giselle forced her thoughts to the details that made her life at this moment pretty damn fabulous. How amazing it looked moving forward with Troy in her future. He gave her life an entirely new dimension, one that added richness and light and fun and meaning.
But she couldn’t look ahead without allowing her mind to wander outside this house, outside this beach, outside these stolen moments together. She tried to frame “meshing” their lives together in a positive light. But without knowing where her future lay, that was difficult. And when she thought of Troy’s career with travel and hours just as crazy as hers, her angst intensified.
That thought turned her mind toward the sponsors she and Chad had been courting. Which made her wonder how things were going and if anything had happened over the last few days. She thought of Chad and Brook and felt guilty she wasn’t there to help them carry the load.
She turned off the water while guilt and frustration battled beneath her ribs. She worked endlessly, suffered a near-death experience, and reunited with her only love. She deserved a few days off. Even the doctor had said so.
If only there was a pill to cure guilt. Or insecurities instilled in childhood.
Straightening, she turned and glanced around the kitchen again for her phone. Checking in with Chad was a double-edged sword, she knew. Knowing what was happening would give her a sense of control, but it would also give Chad the opportunity to drag her back in.