Chapter Thirty
Alex grinned at Ellie, so sexy in the moonlight, her lush figure all relaxed and thoroughly satisfied, like a cat stretching in front of the fire.
As if she’d gifted him an Academy Award in lovemaking, her responses had been so passionate and raw that they’d driven him to the edge of madness.
But he was determined to do right by her, to give her as much pleasure as he could before he took his own.
He wondered if he could make her come again. He hoped so.
He slipped off his trousers and boxer shorts, then took out the packet he’d conveniently stashed in his wallet and opened it carefully.
‘An Eddie special?’ Ellie commented, her voice husky and breathless.
He paused. ‘Yes. Are you okay for… more?’
‘God yes.’
He grinned at her reply and quickly rolled the condom down his cock. When he looked up, Ellie was staring at him with slack-jawed admiration, and a wave of dizzying excitement rushed down his body until he was aching beneath her hot gaze.
She was going to be the death of him… but what a way to go.
Ellie raised herself up onto her elbows, her large breasts distracting him from her pretty face as they bobbed with her movement.
Her velvet lips pressed against his own and he gladly fell back into the spiralling passion that so readily built between them.
With a groan he moved forward, needing her softness against his hardness.
The need to possess her and thrust himself inside her was almost overwhelming.
He wanted her wrapped around him, whimpering his name and clawing his back as they made love. He wanted her waking up next to him every day, and reaching for him at night.
He wanted all of this and more.
Pinning her down, he rained kisses on her face, breasts and hips.
His fingers brushed against her clitoris and came away slick with wetness.
He positioned her legs and hips just how he wanted them, then grasped himself and eased into her soft body, gritting his teeth to stop from coming too soon.
She welcomed him with a moan, and it was all the permission he needed to press into her hard and take what she offered.
Her hips rocked against his, seeking release, and he tempered his thrusts in the hope of wringing out more pleasure from her body.
When she began to tighten around him, their bodies were so slick with sweat and desire that they slid against one another easily.
A familiar heat began to build within him and he plunged harder, using her moans and cries as a road map to their climax.
She stiffened, arching against him like a bow, her inner muscles spasming around his cock. Relieved and elated, he gathered her in his arms and joined her, grinding wildly until with a shuddering groan he allowed his own orgasm to rip through him.
He collapsed into her embrace and nuzzled into her soft hair, breathing in the musky, salty scent of her skin and perfume. His fingers unconsciously tightened on her, unwilling to let go of her for the moment.
‘This is the best holiday,’ she teased softly, but her words caused the sweat on his skin to chill, and he shivered as he lifted his weight onto his arms and off her.
He didn’t want it to be just a holiday.
Was that what she wanted – for it to be a casual fling, forgotten about in a few short days, once their tans had worn off?
He sat up, feeling like a prize idiot. He’d been so certain this time that Ellie was the right woman for him, that she had also decided she wanted more.
But was that a mistake, wishful thinking?
Had he opened his heart to yet more betrayal and disappointment?
‘It’ll be a shame to get back to normality,’ he said, testing her response. Hoping that she’d… what? Say that she wanted him for ever?
Pathetic.
‘Your life isn’t normal, Alex. I don’t think it could ever be normal.’ Her voice was quiet, sad almost, but he couldn’t see her expression fully in the darkness.
Was it his lifestyle she didn’t want? The constant running from paparazzi, the shallow luxury, and lack of privacy. Where Eddies were all over your personal belongings and sexual health. Where blatant lies were snowballed into gossip and intrigue.
Who would want his life? He didn’t.
For once, he’d allowed a woman to see the real him, pulled out his trust issues and opened his heart fully, shown her the man beneath all the gloss and the bullshit. But he still wasn’t enough.
He dressed and helped Ellie back into her clothes, ignoring the sensation that his heart was splintering inside his chest. They stumbled back to the house and he went into their bathroom to dispose of the condom.
After washing his hands, he headed back into the bedroom, and snuggled into Ellie’s warmth, throwing a blanket over the pair of them.
‘I want more than just a holiday,’ he whispered, but he could tell by her soft, shallow breaths that she was already asleep. He resolved to talk fully with her tomorrow. He didn’t want a fling; he wanted Ellie.
All of her, for ever.
He knew she was afraid of being hurt again, and that he couldn’t defend her from the press, no matter how much he wanted to. But surely, as long as they were together, everything would be fine.
Unable to quiet his thoughts, he crept from the bed and went into the lounge area to check his phone.
There were no new notifications in his alert folder.
But there was one particular email that surprised him, and he immediately clicked on it.
Legendary actress Francesca Tatiana was interested in working with him – and it was an offer he couldn’t refuse.