Chapter 12 #2
He didn’t chase off my dark; he anchored me. That raw energy running through him, the strength of him, the steadiness. I’d been drifting for so long, but here… Here was an anchor, not holding me down but stabilizing me.
At that thought—possibly one of the least sexy thoughts I’d ever had—I kissed him harder, needing to feel that solid strength. It was so good.
His mouth left mine, trailing over my chin, my jawbone, and the hollow of my collarbone. He found the spot behind my ear that sent every nerve in my body flaring white-hot. I squirmed beneath him, and he chuckled, the sound drenched in lust.
“You like that, Paige?” he asked, dropping another kiss to that sensitive patch of nerves behind my ear.
I squirmed again, raising my knees to clamp on the sides of his hips. The brush of his cock, so close to where I wanted it. “Ford, please. You’re killing me.”
“I want to tease you,” he said, lifting off of me enough to reach for the drawer in his bedside table. “I could tease you for hours. But not this time.”
He pulled out a box of condoms and rose up on his knees, his impressive erection distracting me as he tore off the plastic from around the box and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet.
“Hours?” I asked suddenly, dragging my eyes from his cock and meeting his, my heart speeding up at the look I saw there—hungry, determined, and behind that a spark of glee. My heart pounded harder. “You couldn’t tease me for hours. You’d break.”
I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t break either. Being teased by Ford was enticing, but the way I felt right now, I didn’t think I could stand another thirty seconds without him inside me.
“Next time we’ll find out,” he promised, rolling the condom over his cock, pressing my legs farther apart, raising my knees, and baring me to his hot, hungry eyes.
A picture flashed in my head. Me, my arms tied above my head, secured to the bed, while Ford teased and tortured me until I begged him to fuck me. I trembled from head to toe, wanting that desperately. I wasn’t sure if I liked being tied up. But if Ford was doing the tying—
The thought flashed out of my head at the hot press of his cock against me.
It was a good thing I was so wet—I knew exactly how big he was.
A gasp tore from my lungs at the delicious, almost painful stretch of him filling me inch by inch.
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure of it—of him inside me—and then he started to move.
“Oh, Ford. Please, please—” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Every long, slow thrust ended with a grinding pressure on my clit, sending spikes of bliss through my body. He filled me completely, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
I tossed my head from side to side, overwhelmed. It was too much, and I wanted all of it. He rolled, taking me with him, and I rose on my hands, looking down into his eyes, his lids heavy, his eyes bright. He cupped my breasts, thumbs stroking my nipples. I tilted my hips just enough—
One strong hand closed over my hip, holding me in place as he thrust up into me. The orgasm took me by surprise—a fast, hard crash of pleasure. I gasped his name, the world whirling around me.
I was on my back again, Ford looming over me, still inside me, not moving, his gaze absorbing everything in my face.
“You’re—you didn’t—”
“Not yet,” he said, dropping a kiss on my lips, then another and another. Slow, easy kisses as my heart slowed and my breath evened out. My body relaxed, then heated again. When my hips rocked into him, he lifted his mouth from mine, his lips grazing my ear. “One more.”
I started to shake my head. I’d never come twice in my life—not like this.
He just gave me one of those half smiles, his eyes glittering. “Definitely one more.”
He rolled us again, putting me on top, curling up as he pulled me down until his lips met my nipple. He sucked, and a bolt of pleasure went straight to my clit, my core tightening on his cock.
“Oh God,” I said, the words drawn from me with every pull of his mouth. “Oh…oh…”
I couldn’t think. My hips rocked on their own, chasing the glory of him filling me, the base of his cock grinding into my clit as he sucked, switching from one breast to the other, his strong hands shaping and kneading me for his mouth.
“I— I—” It was rising so fast. He drew pleasure from every part of my body until it grew to more than I could take. I cried out his name, gasping for air.
We rolled again, Ford still inside me, my knees drawn up and spread wide as he fucked me in short, fast thrusts, drawing out my orgasm until I was blind with it.
My fingers closed around his biceps, holding on for dear life.
I’d never imagined anything could feel like this—mind-numbing in the best way, everything so good it was beautiful.
When he stiffened against me, my name slipping from between his lips, the joy on his face cracked the shell around my heart.
I’d never seen him so unguarded, and all I knew was that I wanted more.
We’d agreed this wasn’t going to be a relationship.
He’d promised me he’d keep it a secret. I wasn’t ready for any of that to change.
I was playing a dangerous game, throwing myself into Ford Sawyer’s arms when I’d come to his home under false pretenses. I couldn’t get lost in Ford and keep this from him. Eventually, I was going to have to tell him the truth. First, I had to figure out how.
In that moment, I only knew one thing. For as long as this lasted, Ford Sawyer was mine, and I wouldn’t give him up without a fight.