Page 62 of Unforgotten
It was strange how memory erased many tiny details. There was much she remembered about what it was like to lie with Gavin, but that groan—both innately masculine and yet strangely vulnerable—was something she’d forgotten.
His kiss deepened, his hands splaying out across the back of her head.
Ella couldn’t get enough of him. She pressed her body against the muscular length of his, and when she felt his shaft—hard and hot—against her belly, excitement rippled through her.
Panting, she drew back from him. Their gazes fused. Gavin’s chest now rose and fell sharply. His lips were swollen from their kisses, his eyes hooded with desire. He wore a fierce, hungry expression that sucked the air from Ella’s lungs.
How she wanted him. She’d never wanted anything more in her life.
Wordlessly, he reached down and caught the hem of her shift, drawing it upward. Ella helped him, wriggling out of the garment and tossing it aside. Gavin’s stare devoured her nakedness. Then he undid his braies and pushed them down, before kicking them away.
Ella let her gaze travel down the length of him, taking in his swollen shaft that thrust up against his belly.
Her breathing caught. He hadn’t been aroused that night at Dunan, and yet her gaze had still strayed to his manhood. But she couldn’t stop staring at it now. She ached to touch it. She wanted to wrap her mouth and fingers around its strength, as she once had years earlier, and make his groans fill the room.
Before she could, Gavin took Ella by the hand and led her to the bed.
They sank down upon it, coming together with a hunger that took Ella by surprise. Gavin ravaged her mouth now, his big body sliding down the length of hers as his hands explored her. Ella arched up toward him, her own hands tangling in his thick blond hair.
Gavin tore his mouth from hers then, his lips leaving a trail of fire while he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. As he suckled each one, Ella started to gasp and tremble, her fingers digging into his scalp, urging him on.
And then when he left her breasts and continued his exploration, Ella’s gasps turned to groans. His lips, his tongue, his fingers. He knew exactly where to touch, where to stroke, where to lick. Gavin took his time, as if she were a banquet of delicacies he wished to savor.
It was only when Ella started to plead with him that he ceased his delicious torture. Lying spread-eagled on the bed, her body a pool of pulsing, aching need, Ella gazed at him as he rose up between her thighs.
His shaft thrust toward her, and Ella pushed herself up before reaching for it. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, and she gasped at just how hot and hard it was, the tip swollen and slick with need.
“Ella,” Gavin groaned. His voice was raw, a moan escaping when she slid her hand down his shaft’s length. She watched Gavin’s face, fascinated, while she pleasured him in long, gliding strokes. His eyes closed, a nerve flickering in his cheek. She loved seeing him like this, she loved knowing she was the one to transport him.
Moving closer, she bent over and took him in her mouth.
A low curse echoed through the room. Gavin made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his body growing taut as she drew him deep into her mouth.
But after a few moments, he caught her by the shoulders, gently pushing her up. Reluctantly, Ella withdrew. She’d been enjoying herself; she’d wanted to bring him to the edge and then watch him topple over it.
She wanted to see Gavin MacNichol lose control.
“I have to be inside ye.” He ground out the words, pushing Ella onto her back. “I can’t wait any longer.” With that he spread her thighs once more. He then took hold of one knee, lifting it high, and thrust into her.
The movement was swift and brutal—a shock after so many years of abstinence—and yet Ella welcomed it. She cried out, arching up against him. The aching, rippling pleasure of him deep inside her was almost unbearable in its intensity.
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpered. “I don’t know … I can’t—”
Looming over Ella, he cut off her words with his mouth, kissing her hungrily, his lips bruising hers. And as he kissed her, Gavin started to move inside her—in slow, grinding thrusts.
Ella clutched at his shoulders as he rode her, digging her nails in with each movement. She kissed him back, frenzied now. She wanted to lose herself in this man, to forget the rest of the world existed.
The past ceased to matter, and the future was nothing more than a blank sheet of parchment waiting to be written upon.
The taste of him, the weight and strength of his body as he slammed into her with each thrust, pushed everything else from her mind. In the past, Gavin had been a gentle, sensitive lover, yet there was a tension to him tonight, a fire that consumed them both.
Tonight was a claiming.
He continued his steady rhythm, sweat sliding down his broad back. Gavin tore his mouth from Ella’s then and stared into her eyes while he took her. He reached out, entwining their fingers, pushing her hands back against the pillows.
Ella gazed up at him, a deep, aching pleasure building in the cradle of her hips. It was almost too much, too intense to lock eyes with him while he slid in and out of her, driving a little deeper each time.
A wave of fierce tenderness crashed over her, making it hard to breathe. She’d lived apart from Gavin for years, yet the cord between them had never been broken. Giving him up had only made her realize how much she loved him, and bearing him a bairn had served to strengthen that bond. She’d known it was impossible, and that if she let it, her love for Gavin would destroy her. And so, she’d built herself a new life, with a new purpose.
