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Chapter Eleven
Ava
Ava had roughly flattened Wesley on his back. Hearing his sharp exhale with the force of her action made her hotter, wetter. She rocked her hips over his arousal, her fingertips toying with the thin straps of her bra. He panted, eyes glazed with lust. An exhilarating sense of power flooded through her. He continued to stroke her using the heated palm and heel of his hands, making her flush all over as blood coursed through her veins.
No man ever had complained of her hot-blooded nature in the sack. And she would show Wesley one of her biggest assets—besides the one she just revealed when she sent her bra flinging from her fingertip.
“Oh Ava, you’re so beautiful. So…so sexy.”
She internalized the praise as it built her desire even higher. She craved to hear what else he liked about her. A wicked smile curled her lips as she thought of a few things that might top his list after she spent an hour with him in this room. In a predatory way, she lowered over him, recapturing his mouth.
Their little corner of the solarium with tall palms secluding them was perfect for an afternooner. Over the past few weeks, she hadn’t stopped fantasizing about this—about what it would feel like to give herself over to him, allowing her pent-up feelings to flood her body freely. So, she chose not to heed that internal warning in her head, chirping how this raw and gratifying union could only complicate things.
Ava wanted this. Wanted him. Craved a release she so desperately needed.
For weeks, she had been tortured by his sultry smiles and dark, longing glances cast in her direction, all the while unable to act on her innate desires.
She skillfully worked her warm lips over his chiseled jaw, licking her way down his neck, pausing only for him to remove his T-shirt. She took her time dropping juicy kisses down the defined lines of his pecs as his chest vibrated like a purring cat.
“Ahhh,” he groaned when her teeth nipped his ribs, forcing his head to raise from the mat and his gaze to fixate on her mouth.
With one palm pressing on his chest, commanding him to stay where she wanted him, her other hand landed on the front of his shorts. His breath caught.
Wesley gently swept her hair back from her forehead, cupping the crown of her head as his hips arched against her hand. In response, she slid her tongue along her lips, rimming them and wetting them, preparing them for what they craved.
A hunger gleamed in his eyes, and with ownership, he gathered her hair in his fist and gave it a slight tug.
Ava caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Dominance played by both parties in the sack made for a wild ride. She exhaled her hot breath at the start of his happy trail and moved her fingers to unbutton his shorts. A grin tugged at her lips as his hips seemed to uncontrollably rock upward. As she unzipped with one quick jerk, his breathing picked up. Her mouth salivated as her anticipation built. Concentrating on making this memorable for them both, she almost didn’t hear her phone ring.
But the ringing persisted, breaking her steadfast concentration and piercing her veil of sexual energy. Even Wesley stilled.
“Aw, fuck!” The swear flew from her lips, unabated.
Could be Jack!
Ava rolled off Wesley, making him groan and reach for the erection springing from his shorts. She crawled after her phone set on the edge of the large potted plant, collecting and pulling her shirt against her breasts along the way.
“Hey, Jack.” She tried smoothing her voice as her heart pounded wildly in her chest. “Is everything all right?”
While Jack’s high voice and rapid words explained his opportunity to be a guest at Miguel’s camp tomorrow, she scanned the room for her far-flung bra.Shit! Where did it go?
“You want to go to camp? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’d be cool.”
Jack had always been an optimist and an open-minded kid, making her life a bit easier. But summer camp? Summer camp most certainly didn’t compare to her preferred boot camp. Boot camp built a survivor. Summer camp built a crafter.Although wasn’t she considering the possibility of joining Rosa’s crochet club? If only the boys knew her dirty little secret.
“Mom? Didn’t you get Mrs. Hathaway’s text?”
Hauling the phone from her ear, she found the text, unable to believe she hadn’t heard the chime five minutes ago.What if it had been Jack, powerless to make this phone call? Or some other emergency, like her mom had gotten in a fight with her sister in Italy and was at the airport, on her way home now?Feeling all worked up in another way, she narrowed her eyes at Wesley. Thankfully they weren’t fully engaged when her phone rang.
Wesley sat nearby, hair mussed, eyes dark, watching and waiting.
After a long-suffering pause, she held the phone back up to her ear. “Yep, here it is, the text from Mrs. Hathaway.”My voice sounds normal, right? Not overly cheery and fake?“And sure, if you want to go to summer camp tomorrow, then it’s okay with me. I can stop back over there later and bring you over something appropriate to wear. A water bottle, backpack? Whatever you need for camp. What time do you leave in the morning?”
“Early. Don’t worry about it, Mom. Mrs. Hathaway said she has everything I need.”
“Okay. Is there anyth—”
