Titolo: Forever Loved
Autore: Deanna Roy
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: When Gavin saves Corabelle from her plunge into the frigid waters of the Pacific, he knows her recovery from pneumonia is only the beginning of their journey. They share a difficult history — a teen pregnancy, a seven-day-old baby who died of a heart condition, and his decision four years ago to leave Corabelle behind and not look back.
But there are no secrets between them now. As Gavin and Corabelle build a new future together, they learn to trust each other again, falling back on that love they have shared since they were children.
But their past has one last shocking surprise, a revelation that will shake their tender bond and pierce the heart of Corabelle, who has just begun to believe that she truly is Gavin’s only forever love.
Trama: When Gavin saves Corabelle from her plunge into the frigid waters of the Pacific, he knows her recovery from pneumonia is only the beginning of their journey. They share a difficult history — a teen pregnancy, a seven-day-old baby who died of a heart condition, and his decision four years ago to leave Corabelle behind and not look back.
But there are no secrets between them now. As Gavin and Corabelle build a new future together, they learn to trust each other again, falling back on that love they have shared since they were children.
But their past has one last shocking surprise, a revelation that will shake their tender bond and pierce the heart of Corabelle, who has just begun to believe that she truly is Gavin’s only forever love.
I closed the door and stripped off the infernal cotton gown I was so sick of. The spray was delicious, pounding and hot. I washed my hair, then washed it again, finally starting to feel like the sand grit was really gone.
I wished for Gavin to be with me, pressing against my back, his arms
around me. We’d only showered together once in this brief time we’d
been back together, but it was seared into my memory. The water had
gleamed on his arms, running in rivulets along the indentations of his
biceps. I’d been mesmerized by their trailing paths, and turned in to him,
to see all the other places the water would go.
He’d had droplets on his eyelashes, little diamonds that flew off when he
shook his head. He’d taken my heavy wet hair in his hands and twisted it
up, turning me around again so he could run a washcloth across my back.
His lips followed the path, skimming across my shoulders and coming up
to my neck. He released my hair over the opposite shoulder so his hands
could come around, kneading my breasts, slippery with soap.
I could feel him hot and hard against my back and pressed into his body.
We had never gotten far in a shower when we were young, either afraid
of being caught when I lived at home, or later, in our own apartment,
refraining due to my girth from the baby, and my clumsiness. But this, I
could see how it could work.
One of his hands slid along my belly and down below, toying with the
folds. My knees started to waver, but his other arm came around my
waist, holding me solidly against him. He found the little nub he was
searching for, and began to work it in lazy circles. I reached out to steady
myself against the tile wall as the world tilted.
The water splattered against my skin, heightening everything. He spread
me wider, probing more deeply, and a mewling sound squeezed out of
my throat. The steam rose off my body, and he moved faster, pressing
his hips into my back with every stroke of his fingers. I felt a dam
threatening to burst and leaned forward, wanting more of him, all of him.
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