“Elizabeth.”
Hearing him say her full name in a deep whisper like that made her skin tingle. It spoke of need and desire, his voice on the edge of control.
Just where she wanted him as she swirled her tongue around the head of his c**k and eased his shaft into her mouth. At this angle, with her above his cock, he could see it disappearing into her mouth inch by inch, could feel what he saw.
His hold on her hair tightened and he arched his hips, sliding his c**k along her tongue. She closed her mouth around him and gave him pressure, hearing him groan as his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Giving Gavin this pleasure made her ni**les tighten, her clit and pu**y tingling with the need to have him pumping inside her just as he pumped his c**k in her mouth.
And when he pulled out and dragged her up, kissing her until she was delirious, she knew he wanted the same thing.
He shifted her onto her back and slid inside her with one hard thrust. She moaned against his lips and arched into him, pulling him deeper inside her.
He rose up and looked at her. “I love the feel of you when I’m inside you, the way your pu**y grips me and sucks me in.”
The way he looked at her, his features tight with strain as he moved within her, never failed to make every nerve ending in her body come alive. She reached up and swept her hand across his face, rubbing her thumb along his bottom lip. He nipped at her thumb and she wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck to draw him down for a kiss. Kissing him while he made love to her was like dual pleasure, his tongue sliding along hers as his c**k thrust within her, making her senseless as she climbed each peak toward the very pinnacle.
And when he ground his hips against her, brushing her clit again and again, she broke, crying out and raking her nails down his arms as she came. Gavin let go, then, shuddering as he climaxed, his body lifting over hers as he emptied into her.
He dropped down on top of her and pressed kisses to her cheek and neck.
“You’re killing me, Liz,” he said.
She stroked his back and arms, smoothing the spots where she’d dug her nails into him. “I hope not. I need you around for at least a few more years.”
He laughed and rolled to his side, pulling her against him. “All this sex. I’m not sure I’m up for it.”
“Oh, you’re up for it. I know your stamina level.”
“Good thing you feed me vitamins.”
She snuggled closer. “Good thing, huh?”
Chapter Nine
The skies were gray and ominous on Jenna and Ty’s wedding day for the entire day, the threat of snow hanging heavy in the air. Liz was certain that at any moment she’d see thick flakes come down from the sky. But so far they’d held off. Liz was going to keep her fingers crossed.
As they arrived at the church, all she could see were clouds. It was bad enough she was freezing to death in this sleeveless dress. She hoped the heat in the church was working well.
“I’ll see you at the front of the church,” Gavin said as he kissed her good-bye.
“Just like the last time.” She smiled at him, patted his chest, and they walked in opposite directions.
She made her way to the bridal suite, where Jenna’s mother and Tara were lacing up the back of Jenna’s dress.
Jenna looked stunning in a cream taffeta halter dress with a dropped waist and tiers from her hips to the floor. A bow sat at her right hip. It was luscious and elegant and her tattoos made her look beautiful.
Liz stood in the doorway and took a moment to watch Jenna looking at herself in the mirror. The look of awe on Jenna’s face was priceless.
“You look gorgeous, Jenna,” Liz said as she came into the room.
Jenna gave her a serene smile. “It’s kind of hard to believe this is happening. Me, in a wedding dress. Who’d have thought that day would ever come?”
“Me,” Jenna’s mom said, tears in her eyes.
“And me,” Tara said, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“Don’t you cry, Mom. I had to sit in a chair this afternoon for hours getting my makeup done. I don’t want to do it again.”
“All of you can stop with the blubbering. We all had to sit through makeup,” Alicia said.
“Southern girls never cry,” Savannah added, sniffling.
“We all look gorgeous,” Liz said, smoothing down her dress. “And no one is allowed to cry. Except maybe Jenna and her mom, but not until the ceremony.”
“You all look so beautiful,” Ty’s mother said. “And especially you, Jenna. My son is a very lucky man.”
Jenna reached over to squeeze Louise’s hand. “Thank you, Mom.”
“We should be starting shortly.” Savannah took her phone out of her clutch. “All we need now are the flowers.”
“They’re here,” Tara said, checking her phone. “I need to get the florist to bring them in here. I’ll be right back.”
Tara ran to get the florist, who came in bearing the most beautiful flowers Liz had ever seen—short of her own wedding, of course. Cream roses and purple lilies highlighted Jenna’s bouquet and were a perfect complement to her dress, and since the bridal party wore purple dresses, they had cream bouquets.
There was a knock on the door. Tara answered, then turned to them. “Five minutes. We should line up.”
Jenna laid her hand on her stomach. “I’ve never been so nervous about anything in my entire life. Even singing for the first time didn’t make my stomach flutter this much.”
Her mom came to Jenna’s side and put her arm around her. “You love Tyler. This is your moment. Be happy, and relaxed.”
Jenna nodded. “You’re right. I am happy. And excited.”
They all stopped out in the foyer. Jenna’s dad was there with a huge grin on his face. “You look beautiful, baby girl.”
Jenna blinked away tears again. “Thank you, Dad. You look pretty handsome yourself.”
“You sure you don’t want to make a run for it? I’ve been working out. We can dash out the front door and into the limo. There’s a game on. We can catch it at Riley’s.”
Jenna laughed. “As tempting as that sounds right now, I think I’m good here, Dad. But thanks for the offer.”
He took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm. “Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
Liz could have kissed Jimmy for that bit of levity. It was just what Jenna needed to relax.