Page 44 of Horn of Plenty
Between the meeting with the chefs, Cal’s admission about his mother, and learning that her brother wanted Cal to make Elverna a success for her, she had to make the chaos and turmoil stop.
“I need you. I need to feel you inside me. My thoughts—my regrets. I have to make it stop. Please, don’t make me ask again,” she begged through a sob.
“All I want to do is give you everything,” he bit out, lust coating his words as he freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.
He shifted her body and had her straddling him in the space of a breath. There was no easing into this lovemaking. He pushed aside her panties and drove in hard. Staring into his eyes, she cried out as raw, visceral emotion cocooned them in passion’s fiery embrace. She met him blow for blow as she rode his hard length, gasping and moaning with each thrust of her hips. Everything disappeared as they clung to each other. There was no Elverna or New York or Chicago—only the two of them existed here. She squeezed her eyes shut, and still, the only thing she could see was his face—his smile. It had been all she’d ever wanted as a girl and then as a young woman. But had she changed? Had she broadened her view of what her life should be?
But her thoughts dissolved into the summer air as the rush of their release rocketed through their bodies. Crashing into oblivion, she raked his back with her nails as he called her name, grinding into her, spilling into her, lengthening her climax as he pistoned his hips, giving her every sweet second of tantalizing pleasure.
“I will always love you,” he said, breathless, as they clung to each other.
Gasping for breath, she rested her head on his shoulder. This was his promise to her. But what exactly had she promised him?
