“Actually, I do have one piece of good news.” He smiled down at her. “I remembered that I’m an avian veterinarian—I work with birds of prey. In Scotland, I think.”
Her whole face lit up. “That’s wonderful!” She kissed him, matching the path he’d taken, kissing his eyes and cheeks. “That makes so much sense! And no wonder we haven’t foundany missing persons reports for you. We’ve been looking in the wrong place.” The twinkle in her eyes dimmed. “But… why are you down here at the southern coast? It’s about as far as you can get from Scotland and still be in the UK.”
“I don’t know. But we’ll work it out. We’ll help each other.” Together. The idea should have been terrifying, but it wasn’t. It wasright.
Josh ran his fingers down the side of Ellie’s face to settle lightly under her chin, tilting her up toward him, and then closed his mouth over hers. He’d been without her for too long. He needed to feel her. To know that she was with him.
Their tongues danced and played, teasing and tasting. And he could feel the tension slowly leaving her body as she met him stroke for stroke.
He skimmed his hand down her shoulder and under the blanket to drift down her waist and then back up her midriff, under her shirt, to brush the underside of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and they both sucked in a slow breath at the contact. She was so warm, so real. The scent of her soap surrounded him, her skin was smooth and soft, her hair floating around them both. It was like waking up and finding himself in heaven.
He spread his hand over her thigh, pulling her closer, settling her against his hard length, wishing his jeans were gone, that there was nothing between them.
She broke the kiss, pulling away for a moment to lift her T-shirt over her head—as if she’d heard his thought—and shimmied out of her panties and leggings.
He used the time to pull off his own clothes before dragging her back into the curl of his body. She giggled softly as he arranged her so that her skin was pressed against his—her back to his front, her bottom nestled against his aching cock, her neck open to his lips and tongue—and the soft laughter did somethingto him. Something profound. It was the first time he’d ever heard her sound so carefree. And it unlocked more than just his memories, it unlockedhim. “You feel like magic. I want to touch you everywhere. Can I do that, Ellie?”
“Mm-hmm.” She lifted her hand to his thigh, dragging her nails over his skin, sending frissons of tingling awareness through his nerves. “Yes. All the touching.”
He lowered his head, kissing and nibbling along the slope of her shoulder even as he skimmed his hand higher, up to find her breasts, the puckered nipples and velvety skin. He circled lightly, moving between breasts, dragging his hand away and then returning, until she was arching her back, her breaths coming faster, her hips nudging back, driving him higher with every subtle motion.
“Ellie.” His voice was rough and strained. “Do you know what you do to me?” He bit her neck gently. “How do you make me feel like this?”
She turned her head to meet his gaze, and their eyes locked, a deep connection flowing between them. And then she kissed him. Their kiss was open, their bodies twisted, but her tongue found his in a teasing glide, while her body slowly sliding against his drove him even higher.
He closed his thumb and forefinger around her nipple, lightly pinching and tugging until she was squirming and panting into his mouth.
The room was hot, the air around them sultry, even as the storm still battered the house. The rain beat hard against the tiled roof, but nothing could reach them. His cock was nestled between her arse cheeks, her breast was in his hand, her mouth pressed to his. Nothing else was real. Nothing else could touch them.
He slid his hand over her body—dragging the blanket away to reveal her flushed skin—slowly exposing her beauty, strokingall the way down to her swollen clit. God. She was perfect. And already so wet. He slid his first two fingers either side of the heated nub, pinching lightly, gliding back and forth as he rubbed her.
She breathed hard, her body straining toward his, as she turned her face away, offering her neck.
He nuzzled into it, breathing in the scent of her skin. But then she whispered, “Can you see us, Josh? Can you see whatyoudo to me?”
The low light of dawn through the storm was dim and gray, and it took him a moment to remember the huge mirror beside the bed. To lift his head and see their bodies, outlined in shadows, the silvery gleam of her skin and the tantalizing valleys of her curves revealed in the soft light.
He licked her neck, scraping his teeth along her tendon, still watching in the mirror. Her eyes never left his as she tilted her hips back, lifting her leg over his to open herself even further, making space for his heavy cock to slide forward, almost to her entrance. She surrounded him even as he surrounded her, and he had never shared anything so erotic.
They ground together, moving in an undulating, intoxicating dance of pleasure. He tapped her clit, then circled it in smooth spirals, and then rubbed slowly, finding the right rhythm, the perfect pressure. He could see every shudder in the mirror, feel every indrawn breath as she gasped out his name, and it was more powerful than magic.
She whimpered, her hips arching, searching. “Josh, I want more. I want to feel you. I want to see you sliding into me.”
He pulled his hand away and leaned over her, keeping his body pressed against hers as he grabbed a condom from her side table and rolled it on. And then he kissed her again. He needed her mouth. Needed that closeness. Even as he dropped his hand to her mound, dragging his fingers slowly through her tightcurls, tugging lightly, his focus was on kissing her, breathing the air she breathed.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze in the mirror, and then he thrust forward slowly. Driving his cock back into that heated grip between her legs, nudging against her entrance.
She rolled against him, one of her hands sliding down between her legs to help position him. Her pelvis pressed back as she took him into her body, while her other hand found her breasts, tugging and teasing at her nipples.
It took everything he had not to lose control. Watching her hands moving between her legs and over her body while sliding his cock into her heat was almost too much. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed against her neck.
He forced himself to thrust slowly and evenly, driving them higher, building pressure. And when she moved her hand up to grip the back of his neck, his fingers took their place; rubbing her clit at the same, constant speed. The speed that made her whimper, shuddering against him. And God, that sound. He would take it with him for the rest of his life. He would take it with him to his grave.
Ellie moaned, her body writhing against his. Her head fell back, mouth open, her inner muscles gripping him as he stroked into her.
The storm raged on. The gray light showed his body wrapped around hers, both of them climbing toward a shattering peak.
“More, Josh. God. Please. I—” She arched into him relentlessly. Until they were utterly locked together, every shuddering movement another step toward ecstasy. He gently tugged at her clitoral hood, pinching it between two fingers, and she screamed. Her walls clamped down on his cock as her body spasmed, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
