Page 41 of Shielding his Legacy
Their underwear was the only thing separating her damp heat from his engorged erection, and she let her weight settle against him, her gasp accentuating his desperate groan of pleasure. She was riding him rhythmically, physical need winding tightly around her pelvis. “I bought condoms.”
Abruptly, he sat up and wound his fingers in her hair on either side of her head, bracing her. “Me too.” He kissed her deeply, melding her mouth to his with an almost punishing control, and she buckled beneath his command.
He was overpowering her attempt to lead, moving her onto her back and plundering her with kisses that left her breathless and weak with need. Her legs were spread splayed eagerly around his hips, the swell of her engorged sex pulsing with the need for his touch.
Gavin sank down her body, pausing to lap at her breast before moving lower and separating the folds of her vulva with his thick, knowing fingers. Her mouth opened as her eyes closed and she pressed her ear against the pillow. Nothing could prepare her for this man, nothing could brace her against this onslaught of sexual pleasure.
He made a guttural sound deep in his chest. “You’re so ready for me.”
Her breathing was growing ragged. “Yes.”
“I’ll be right back.” In one smooth movement he was out of bed, careful to avoid Abby’s bed on the floor as he crossed to kitchen counter and located a box of condoms, the same ones Eva herself had bought. He looked like a god in the firelight—a beautiful, muscular man, his erection weeping with pre-cum that glistened in the dim light—and she knew she would never want another man as much as she wanted this one.
He made his way back to bed without seeming concern for his own nakedness, and she held the covers back for him to rejoin her. He wasted no time, hooking the side of her panties and pulling them down her legs.
He kissed her thigh, then the inside of her knee, then her ankle on his way down, each time finding sensitive spots she hadn’t known existed. Groaning hungrily, he moved between her legs and settled his skillful mouth against her swollen, aching clit.
Eva gasped at the sensation as he loved her swollen bud with his tongue and lips, one finger inching into her heat. Her hips lunged forward, desperate for him to penetrate her, needing him to fill her up, knowing how good he would feel inside her. “Please,” she pleaded, and he slipped his thick finger into her completely, making her gasp and writhe against his hand.
She was climbing faster than she would have thought possible, sensation exciting the nerves in her pelvis and tension building behind her eyes. Her legs and arms reached for him, pulling his head toward her. Hooking her ankles around his neck, she came apart beneath his skillful mouth and the thrusting fingers of his hand.
In the haze that followed, she was barely aware of him tearing open the condom and sheathing himself with apracticed motion. Then he was on top of her, pressing that sweet, thick cock into her swollen sex with a whispered, reverent curse. “I’ve missed you so much, Evie.” He filled her with one hard thrust, her back arching as she cried out softly and her body stretched to accommodate his.
Until that moment, she’d honestly believed her memory had exaggerated how good it felt to be with him. But this was no exaggeration, it was pure unadulterated bliss. From the thrusting of his pelvis to the hulking mass of his torso poised above her, every piece of him worked to love her and bring her to dizzying heights of pleasure.
The thickly bunched muscles of his arms and chest coiled tightly beneath her searching fingers, his springy body hair tickling her sensitized skin. Already her body was shuddering, and she inadvertently held her breath, sensation building to a fevered pitch that promised an epic release.
He made a noise of desperation and slowed his pace, clearly working to prolong her pleasure, and she thrust her hips, equally desperate for him to love her with a wild abandon that couldn’t be controlled. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
His control broke, all restraint thrown aside as he pumped into her harder and faster than before. “Jesus, Evie. I can’t… I have to have you… you feel so fucking good…”
Her climax overtook her with a riotous burst of decadent sensation, her pelvis tilting forward and her muscles knotting tightly against his driving shaft.
Gavin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bracing her against the force of his final thrusts. Light exploded behind his eyelids. This was Evie beneath him. Evie, the mother of his child. Evie, the only woman who’d evermattered, the woman he would never again be foolish enough to give up.
“Evie.” His hips slowed, then stopped. His head fell forward.
She reached behind his neck and pulled him toward her, their foreheads touching. “I’m here, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve always been here.”
21
Gavin awoke, a hush blanketing the room. The only sounds he could hear were Eva and the baby breathing, and he felt the corners of his mouth hitch up almost imperceptibly.
Abby had gotten up twice during the night, and he’d watched Eva nurse her in the near darkness, aware of her laying on her side, the baby snuggled up to her body and drinking her fill. It seemed to him a sacred time—being awake with an infant in the night—and he was more grateful for that experience than he could remember being for anything in his life before it.
Once after she’d put the baby back in her bed, he’d opened his arm to Eva and kissed the top of her head as she rested her face against his chest and molded her body down the side of his. He’d only wanted to be close to her, but their nearness quickly escalated to another round of lovemaking. In the end, she fell asleep on his shoulder, just as she’d done each night in their hotel room in Phoenix.
He rolled onto his back and looked over at her. Her full, curvy lips were softly parted, her top two teeth just barelyvisible. Lush, dark lashes rested against her skin in perfect crescents, and he wondered if their daughter would grow up to be as beautiful as her mother.
Doing his best not to disturb Evie, he sat up and braced his hands on either side of himself. From that vantage point, he could just see a brightening strip of the white landscape beyond the glass. It was morning, though he wasn’t sure exactly how early.
Grabbing his phone, he gingerly sidestepped the sleeping baby and crossed to the small kitchen table. Placing the device down, he took several minutes to stretch, reaching high and low, letting a languidness he hadn’t experienced in just over a year seep into the fibers of his being.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through notifications just as a text came in from Razorback, the first word of which was in all caps:IMPORTANT.
Gavin narrowed his eyes and opened the message. The wordsAPBandMURDER SUSPECTjumped out first. There was a link, and he clicked it, lowering the volume as his web browser opened to a TV station homepage. A video played, Eva’s photo displayed in the corner of the screen as a newscaster spoke to the camera.
The surge of adrenaline was instantaneous.
