A growl rolled from his throat, and he cupped her face with one hand, lifting her eyes to his, holding her gaze as he rocked deeper.
“Ah God…” The words shivered out of her, half laugh, half sigh. “So good—”
His mouth covered hers, his kiss hungry but slow. He circled his tongue with hers in lazy circles and pulsed his hips just enough to allow the head of his cock to enter and exit her over and over and over. The stimulation created a wicked pressure wash through her whole pelvis, making her restless, making her writhe, making her lift into him to take him deeper.
She broke the kiss with a breathless “More…” pulling on his shoulder, lifting with her hips.
“Goddamn.” He rasped the word before he thrust hard. Pressure pushed sensation through her sex, out through her pelvis, into her belly. “You kill me, El. Can’t fuckin’ say no to you.”
He leaned forward, pressing his hands to the table at her hips, the muscles in his arms and shoulders taut. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispered, “You never could. Love me, Troy.” Then tilted her head and kissed him.
A low hum started in his throat, but as he gripped her hips and thrust home, the sound erupting from his throat transitioned into a low, primal sound of passion, one that rumbled through Giselle, raising her own pleasure.
With slow, deep, solid thrusts, he laid her back on the table, kissing her mouth, her neck, her shoulder. He hooked one arm behind her knee, pulled her thigh high and wide, and held her gaze as he drove deeper.
“Feel so good, Ellie.” His eyes closed, and his forehead pressed to hers. “Missed you so much.” He kissed her gently. “Love you so much.”
The emotion behind those words, the twist of almost-pain in his expression cut at her heart, but her body continued to rise with pleasure, and she held on tight as his thrusts quickened and another orgasm rose to the surface.
“Mmm…Troy…”
“Let go, El,” he rasped, kissing her lips, then pressing his forehead to her jaw. “I’ve got you.”
The climax rocked her body off its axis. She bowed, screamed, and slammed a hand to the table for balance, curling her fingers around the edge as it crashed and rocked through her. Troy quickly followed, his hand covering hers, fingers threaded, head up and his gaze burning into hers as he broke.
The passion in his gaz just before they closed, the expression on his face as the orgasm slammed through him, was so very different from what she’d seen in the club or at the hotel.
This was her Troy. The real Troy. The Troy she loved. The Troy she wanted.
The climax finally ebbed, leaving him sweaty and weak. His arms shook, and he dropped his head to her chest, his quick, heavy breaths washing her skin with heat. “You fuckin’ turn me inside out.”
As she combed her fingers through his damp hair, Giselle closed her eyes and smiled at the pure sensation of joy filling her from the toes up.
For as long as she could remember, she’d been searching for a home. For a family. And she’d had it all along—in Troy.
Troy stood waist-deep in seawater off Malibu’s shore, waiting for Giselle to paddle back to him, but she’d given up and collapsed against the surfboard, cheek pressed to the fiberglass, arms dangling over the side.
God, she was the cutest thing ever. “Come on, El,” he yelled. “Get your fine ass back out here.”
She turned her head and rested her chin on the board. “I’m dead. My arms have turned into noodles.”
A wave slipped past him, splashing his chest while the sun warmed his face and shoulders. “You promised to keep trying until you rode one wave all the way in.”
“That was before I found out it’s a lot harder than it looks.”
That was very true—surfing was way harder than it looked. And Troy was more than a little surprised she was in the water at all. This was the first time Giselle had ever stepped foot in the ocean, and all in all, she was handling it pretty well.
That devious part of him sparked to life, and he dove under the water, swimming below the surface until he reached the board, when he heard her calling out, “Troy, stop it.”
He popped up beside her. “Boo!”
She screamed and dropped to the board laughing, making Troy laugh too. She was such a good sport.
“Would you stop?” She splashed him.
He sank down until his mouth was halfway underwater, then circled the board gurgling the Jaws theme song. “Da…da…” He started softly, slowly, building speed and volume as he moved. “Da, da…da, da… Dun, dun, dun, dun…dun, dun, dun, dun…”
“Stop it.” She splashed him some more. “That’s so creepy.”