Chapter Seven #2
“Yeah, it did. I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. The timing never seemed right, and then after everything happened…”
“This was perfect—on the beach, on vacation, away from everything. I’ll never forget it.”
“Good,” he said, his voice rough with the emotions only she had ever roused in him.
She went up on tiptoes to kiss him, pressing her sexy body against his.
He’d been so careful with her for weeks now that he was officially dying for her. But he’d never do anything to cause her pain of any kind, which was the only reason he broke the kiss. “You’re still recovering—”
“I’m fine. I want you, Freddie. Right now.”
“Here or in bed?”
“Here. Now.” She looked up at him as she reached behind her to untie her top. The bottoms followed, and then she tugged on the waistband to his bathing suit.
Watching her strip, he’d gone stupid in the head as he often did when she was naked.
How such a total goddess could’ve chosen him would be something he’d still be asking himself on his deathbed.
But she was his goddess, and judging by the way she pressed against him, she meant it when she said she wanted him right now.
His foot slipped, and he held on tight to her so they wouldn’t fall. The last thing they needed was any more injuries. “Not here,” he said. “In bed.” Reaching behind him, he turned off the water and guided her from the shower with a hand to her back.
They dried off quickly and went into the bedroom where the sunshine peeked in through the drawn blinds.
It felt decadent to be getting busy in the middle of what should’ve been a workday for both of them, but Freddie was determined to enjoy this break from reality. Who knew when they’d get another one?
“I can’t believe I get to keep you forever,” he whispered. “The whole time…”
“What?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me you’ve found someone you like better. You could have anyone—”
“I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I met you when you were so adorable and bumbling as you asked me what kind of sex I had with John O’Connor.”
“I’d prefer to forget that.” That interview made up twenty of the most mortifying minutes of his life.
“I’ll never forget it.” With her fingertip, she traced the outline of his lips. “You were so cute and so sexy and soooo embarrassed—and pissed with Sam because she refused to rescue you. And when you came back to find me, I was so happy to see you.”
“I could barely speak when I saw you again. I still remember the light blue vest you were wearing and how blue your eyes were. I was glad I’d worn a trench coat because I was hard from the second I spotted you on the sidewalk coming toward me carrying a tray of coffees.”
Her warm soft hand encircled his erection. “You were hard under your coat?”
Groaning from what she was doing to him, he said, “So hard. You should’ve seen me trying to hide the hard-on you gave me during that first interview from Sam. She never would’ve let me live it down.”
Elin laughed and began to stroke him the way only she had ever done.
“I was afraid to touch you.” He cupped her breast and teased the pierced nipple with his thumb. “I was afraid you’d know I’d never done it before. That I’d come the second you touched me because I wanted you so badly.”
She ran her finger over the tip of his cock, making him jolt from the almost-painful desire. “You held up admirably. I had no idea it was your first time until you told me.”
“And you stayed with me anyway.”
“What choice did I have after I got you shot?”
“You didn’t get me shot. You got me in trouble by shutting off my phone and my alarm. I got myself shot.”
“I’m thankful every day that you survived that. I would’ve been so sad to lose you right after I found you.” She went up on her knees and straddled him.
He’d never seen anything sexier in his life than the way she looked on top of him with full breasts and the incredibly sexy pierced nipples, the toned body, the white-blond hair and those eyes, damn those eyes.
“You shouldn’t be up there doing all the work, baby. You should be lying passively, letting me worship you.”
“When have I ever been passive in bed?”
“True, but you’ve been hurt—”
She bent over to kiss him as she took him in, coming down on him slowly but insistently until he was fully embedded and trying to hold back the orgasm that wanted out right this second.
He bit his lip and groaned. “Gimme a second.” His hands on her hips kept her from moving until he managed to get things under control—for the moment anyway.
It was always a battle when she was naked and sexy in his bed.
He had to remind himself it wasn’t about instant gratification, but rather making it last as long as he could to make sure she got everything she needed.
After weeks of dying for her, he wanted that more than ever this time. So when she began to move, he bit his lip and let her take over, her hips moving faster and faster as her breasts rubbed against his chest.
“God, Elin.”
“So good, so, so good.”
It was always so good—not that he had anything to compare it to. But he was wise enough to know he could sleep with a hundred other women and never find what he had with her. Not that he wanted any other woman. She was everything he needed and then some.
When he felt her internal muscles contract, he knew she was close so he held her hips in place and thrust into her.
She cried out and hit the peak a few seconds before he did and then slumped down on top of him.
Freddie put his arms around her, thankful to know he had forever to spend with her. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you, too.”
Under normal circumstances, Freddie would be freaking out over having been suspended from the job he loved. But under these circumstances, he decided the suspension was worth knowing the guy who’d hurt her would never come near his fiancée again.