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“What was that you said about patience again?” This time she laughed, and damn did he love how playful she was. The single trait was by far her sexiest asset.
Wanting to gain back control, he captured her lips and kissed her hard and desperate until her hand loosened its grip. He simmered down, moving slow and sensual. She melted back into the blanket, and he unfastened the button on her jeans and yanked down her zipper. She lifted as he pulled them down her long gorgeous legs, then tossed them to the side with her hoodie. He grabbed her calf, running his hands up the muscled flesh.
He knew how much she was risking to be with him. The betrayal her family would no doubt feel if they knew she chose a Prescott. That fact wasn’t lost on him and he wanted to make this moment not only worth it but unforgettable.
His fingers trailed across her hipbone to the matching white lace. The bright white popped against her olive skin and he throbbed just from the sheer sight. She was a vision in white, pure and perfect. A beautiful beach goddess that wanted him no doubt as much as he wanted her.
He dragged his fingertips across the lace. “We’ll keep these on,” he said, meeting her gaze.
Her teeth slid over lip and she gave him a sultry nod. He slipped his finger beneath the material and swiped it through her silky folds.
She moaned the tiny erotic sound, sending a hot rush of desire through his already heated body. Man, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He swiped again and her body curved toward his touch. His thumb swept across her sensitive button, rubbing long languid circles. Her arms tightened around him, crushing her beautiful tits against his chest. Her fingers clamped down on his back, nails digging through his shirt and marking his back.
The unexpected sting mixed with pleasure and he bent down, capturing her lips with his. He needed her to feel the passion running through his veins. The uncontrolled desire that she sparked inside of him.
He kissed her, letting that passion flow through his lips. Her hold tightened again, whimpers vibrating against his mouth. He devoured the sexy sounds as his tongue plunged into the sweet depths of her mouth.
Her body bucked and he pushed a digit into her slick heat, curving and pressing against her pleasure point. Her grip loosened as a series of trembles overtook her. He bent down, dragging his tongue along her folds. She slammed her hands against the blanket as his tongue swirled around her engorged nub.
She tasted sweeter than he imagined and he knew that he’d never taste anything as sweet again. His fingers tingled as they skimmed across the soft skin of her thighs, moving up her stomach and over her perfect curves.
He caressed her nipple with his thumb and her body shuddered, pressing against his mouth. Her leg began to shake and her hands dug further into the blanket. Her tiny moans turned to frantic shallow breaths.
She was on the edge, but he didn’t want her to fall over without him. He needed to be inside her, to feel her release. He ripped his pants down, grabbed the condom, and sheathed himself. He didn’t hesitate as he came down on top of her.
“Please,” she said as he positioned at her slick center.
He brushed her hair off her face and looked down at her. So damn beautiful it nearly took his breath away. He burned the image to his memory, wanting to never forget this gorgeous woman beneath him.
She blinked up at him through hooded lids. The brown of her eyes darkened with a desperate hunger.
Before he could ask, she nodded. “I’m sure, and my patience is waning.”
He pushed into her, desire tearing through him unforgiving and unstoppable. Her fingers curled into his shoulders and her head flung back, exposing her neck to him completely. He ran his tongue along the soft flesh, nipping and sucking across its length and stopping at her mouth.
It didn’t just feel good it felt right.
He moved his lips against hers and when he pulled back and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, her face filled with pleasure, she infiltrated his heart, and he knew he’d never be the same.
Chapter 11
Ella awoke the next morning in a cloud of pure happiness as she padded her way across her room and downstairs to start breakfast for her grandfather and brother. She grabbed the pan and spun around, practically dancing to the beats in her head.
“You got in late last night,” Tony said, causing her to almost send the pan airborne. He lifted himself onto the counter. His long black hair hung in wet curls across his forehead.
She swatted him with a spatula. “Grandpa sees you sitting on the counter he’s going to beat your butt.”
“I’ll take my chances. So where were you last night?” Tony asked.
Vibrations hummed through Ella’s body, a reminder of the sensations Lucas evoked in her. She cleared her throat, realizing she zoned out. “It was Taco Tuesday.”
“You were there a lot later than usual.”
“I was helping Krissy ship out orders.” There was one thing Ella hated more than liars, and that was lying herself. Her father lied to everyone and look how well that turned out. Since then she prided herself on being honest and never deceiving the people she loved, and now she was going against everything she held so dear for a guy.
But Lucas wasn’t just a guy. He was special. Someone who made her happy just by being near him. Who listened when she spoke and kissed her like he was on his last breath and she was his oxygen.
“And what about you?” Ella said, wanting to change the subject before Tony could focus on her for too long. “You’ve been spending a lot of time in your studio.”
