Chapter 21 #2
He hesitates for a moment that stretches and stretches. Maybe he’s realizing how crazy this is. That we shouldn’t be doing—
“Come here,” he groans and drags my mouth to his.
Ford kisses me with hunger. Like he’s as desperate for this as I am.
His tongue wraps around mine, and I cling to him until I’m halfway out of my seat. My hands roam his impressive upper body until they find the collar of his jacket, the same one he wore to trivia night, and I pull him closer.
Before I know it, he grabs my hips with both hands and lifts me up with little effort until I’m sitting on his lap with my legs on either side of his. Ford’s thighs feel so strong and muscular under me, it’s turning me on beyond reason. All of him is.
His mouth lands on my neck, his tongue tracing my flesh until my entire body is covered in goose bumps. A sound that I’ve never uttered before parts my lips and fills the car, making his hands tighten on me.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he rasps out against my throat. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
His confession sends another thrill through my core. “Me too.”
“Yeah?” He shifts on the seat, the massive bulge between his legs pressing against my center.
I can only make a desperate sound at the back of my throat as a yes, bracing myself around his neck, before I kiss him again.
I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. With Ford, every stroke of his tongue against mine leaves me clinging to the edge of desperation, needing more. He tastes like mint. The smell of his clean cologne and the weight of him under me heightens all my senses.
I almost don’t recognize this blind desire inside me, silently begging him to lay me down on the back seat and play with my body until he’s spent it.
My hips buck on their own, pressing his hard bulge against my leggings as I rub myself on him.
“Ivy,” he groans, sounding so pained that I freeze. He squeezes my hips. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”
“But—”
“Use me, beautiful. Use me to get yourself off.”
It’s good that it’s dark inside the car, because otherwise he would see how badly my face is flaming right now. Nobody has ever spoken to me like that.
I swallow. “What about you?”
One of the hands that’s holding my hips moves to cradle my face. “You’re so damn selfless all the time, Ivy. And I admire you so much for it, but I want you to be selfish right now. Use me.”
My heart grows a thousand sizes, and the heat between my legs becomes unbearable—so much so that I have to kiss him again to prevent myself from saying something stupid, like I can’t do this just once.
Luckily, he manages to empty my mind of all rational thoughts with a single buck of his hips. Maybe it’s his size, or how invincible he seems, or how good he is with me—or all of it—but I feel safe with him. Letting go is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
I don’t feel self-conscious when I start grinding against his hardness, breathless, hotter than I’ve ever been.
“That’s it,” he encourages, both of his hands back on my hips, guiding my body as if it belongs to him. “Come for me.”
A wave of consuming heat washes through my body. His words, his hands on me, the realization that we’re hooking up in the back seat of his car after he confessed he has feelings for me—all of it tips me over the edge.
A scream dies in my throat as my release hits me. He captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me slow and tender as I ride out a high that doesn’t seem to end. I don’t want it to.
What could be a minute or ten later, I collapse in his arms with a sigh. His muted chuckle shakes me from underneath.
“Was that good for you?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.
I hadn’t realized how badly I craved his comfort until his palms start running up and down my back.
“Do you even have to ask?” I pretty much wheeze out, my face buried in the crook of his neck, making him laugh again.
“Just making sure.”
He drops a quick kiss on my shoulder, and that’s when I feel it again—the bulge in his pants that’s still very much hard beneath me.
“Ford….” How do I word this without dying of mortification? “Your, um, situation.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he reassures me, gently placing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll take care of it later.”
My core pulses again as I understand what that implies, but I push the mental image away. No matter how tempting it is to imagine Ford jerking off to me in his shower or between his sheets, this was a one-time thing. That’s what we agreed on.
I have to respect that he doesn’t want to go any further. It’s probably the most sensible idea too.
Looking for a distraction, I focus on his tousled hair and chuckle.
“Are you laughing at me?” he accuses, mirth dancing in his eyes.
When he pinches my side, I squeal and try to get off his lap, but he pins me down so I can’t move. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“Your hair is all funny,” I say, then work up the courage to fix it with my fingers.
I’ve just come from riding his lap with our clothes on, and I’m self-conscious about touching up his hair? I’m ridiculous.
“There. Looking all prim and proper again,” I say when I’m done.
“I’ve never been prim and proper in my life, baby, but I appreciate the compliment.”
How many times have I blushed since I entered this car? A thousand?
“Well,” I start, unsure what to do with my hands. “I should… I should probably go. For real, this time. It’s late.”
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
“All right.”
He arches an amused eyebrow. “What, you won’t fight me on my white knight tendencies?”
“I’m way too relaxed to fight anyone right now.”
He laughs, honest and loud. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
Before I climb off his lap for the first and last time, he gives my hip another squeeze. “Don’t overthink this. We had fun.”
I ignore the stab-like feeling in my heart. “Yeah.”
His gaze falls on my mouth for a moment so fleeting, I think I’ve imagined it. My own eyes don’t leave that handsome face, trying to memorize how he looks in this moment, so close to me, his hands on my body. And then I climb off his lap and out of the car, forcing myself to snap back to reality.
This was a one-time thing. To know what it would be like to give in to temptation. I refuse to be hung up on Ford while he moves on.
Fun. That’s all this was.