“You don’t have to be. It’s not a serious game.” Ellis reached out for Haven then turned her around. Déjà vu. A current of electricity went through him. It took more focus and energy than he possessed to keep his body calm.
Haven’s mouth went completely dry, but certain parts started to get very moist. She could only take short little breaths. When Ellis caged her body into his and placed his hands on her hips, she stopped breathing altogether.
His spicy scent and taut body had her senses going crazy. His lips hovered just above her ear. “Golf is all about the stance and the stroke.” His voice was husky. “The stroke is mostly about the movement of the hips.”
This was dangerous.
The heat from his breath tickled her skin and caused Haven to shiver. Briefly, she closed her eyes.
“Spread your legs like this.” Ellis used his foot and thigh to part her legs shoulder width apart. The movement placed her body in direct contact with the lower part of him that was now semi-erect. The sensuousness in his tone and the feel of his body forced Haven to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
Ellis had no idea; Haven was ready to implode.
She had no idea he felt the same.
His own voice sounded strange. “Your left arm should be perfectly straight, and your right arm should be hinged at the elbow like this. Now, pretend you had a long iron-like club in your hands.”
His breathing was uneven. “You would swing like so.” Ellis mimicked the movement of a golf swing, not once but twice.
Ellis had grown so hard he figured he could hit a few golf balls without the need of a club. At this point, there was no disguising it.
As if happening in slow motion, Haven turned into his arms at the same time his lips came crashing down on hers.
Ellis gripped the back of her head and held his lips to hers unable to control himself. He thrust his tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth. The kiss was about as intense as he’d ever had.
Haven’s arms went up around his neck as she pressed her body into his. She couldn’t get close enough. The ache between her thighs had her losing her mind. Ellis’ touch had her unable to think straight. If she were honest, she didn’t want to. She just wanted to feel him inside of her; for him to satisfy her powerful need for him.
Ellis dragged his lips from hers. He used his tongue to leave a wet trail down the side of her neck.
Haven burned. She grabbed a handful of his hair as she pressed him into her heated flesh. She was breathless. “I want you so bad. I swear if you stop, I’ll kill you.”
Ellis managed to back Haven up against the wall. “There’s absolutely no chance in that. I’m going to make you cum so hard you won’t be able to breathe.”
She raised her knees and Ellis did the rest. He lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around him. Her sex was aligned perfectly with his. He grabbed handfuls of her ass pressing her into his hardness.
She moaned. “Aaaahhhh . . .”
He pumped his hips into her. “I’m going to spend the next few hours pounding, teasing, sucking, and tasting you.” Ellis recaptured her lips in a soul-stirring kiss.
Haven was so wet she thought she might drown him.
He needed to get her naked. They had on way too many clothes between them. Ellis was about to fix that problem when, in the fog of kissing, he vaguely heard someone calling his name. He ignored it until the sound became louder and more urgent.
Breathing heavy, he broke the kiss, just before the housekeeper burst into the room. Haven was out of breath too but still managed to unlink her shaky legs. She slid them down until they touched the floor. Ellis continued to hold her in a tight embrace.
“Ellis! Vanessa sent me to get you. It’s your grandmother . . . she stopped breathing!”
Chapter 20
The funeral services for Roberta Ann McKenna were held three days later. Both Ellis and Haven were shocked and heartbroken.
From the moment his grandmother made her transition, Ellis walked around on autopilot. He was numb. He wasn’t eating or sleeping. All he could manage was what he’d been trained to do from birth . . . work.
Haven attempted to reach out to him, but he wouldn’t let her get close. He wouldn’t let anyone get close.
There were lots of people in and out of the house throughout the week to pay their respects, but she knew this day would be the hardest for Ellis. It was Valentine’s Day—the day he saved just for his grandmother.
Haven walked past the door to his office and overheard him talking to someone on the phone. She gently cracked it open until she saw him. His head hung low as he leaned over his desk. His hair was a tousled mess. Briefly, he lifted it up enough for Haven to see his face. It seemed as if Ellis hadn’t shaved since the day of the funeral. He squeezed his tired eyes shut and rubbed them with his fingers. To hear him speak on the phone, one would never know that he was utterly and completely devastated. “I need to make a reservation for one. Yes, it was for two, but it will just be me tonight.”
She felt his agony to the depths of her soul.
