CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ellery
How did he know this is what I needed? A night out. Some time away. A little bit of entertainment, some horrible-for-you-food, and laughter. So much laughter.
I let the feeling suspend me on the drive home. My head’s on his shoulder, his hand’s on my thigh, and our rideshare driver isn’t bothered by the silence or our laughter every few minutes when Ford pokes my ribs.
It’s been forever since I’ve felt like this. Carefree. Lighthearted. And not that I’m always serious, but it takes a lot for me to feel comfortable enough with someone to let my true self show. To let my guard down and just be me.
And now as we head toward the inn, our home, I know I want more out of tonight.
I want him.
“Stupid lock,” Ford mutters as he jiggles the handle and it doesn’t budge.
“Let’s try the back.”
“I don’t have a key for the back one. It was just replaced and hasn’t been rekeyed.” He looks at me and we both burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Are we locked out of our own property, Ford?”
He stands back and braces his hands on his hips, his lips twisted, and his brow furrowed in concentration. “I know.”
“What? Are you going to break in?”
He shakes his head exaggeratively. “No. But, the windows on the second floor aren’t locked.”
“Are you crazy?”
He turns to me, his grin huge, his eyes alive. “Only for you,” he says with a bark of a laugh before running down the sidewalk to the side of the building.
“Wait.” I scurry after him, the world spinning a bit beneath my feet. “You can’t climb that,” I say, pointing to the side of the building with its attached trellis that Ford is already making his way onto.
“Why not?” He turns and grins. “We know the owners. Live on the wild side, Sinclair.”
“I’m not reviving you when you fall off and break your back.”
“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he says through a laugh before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
Without another word, and with a lot of laughter, Ford manages to climb the side of the building and push open one of the newly installed windows. “Aha!” he yells down to me before he disappears.
I run back to the front door, my stomach hurting from laughing so much, just in time for Ford to open it.
“Voila,” he says, bending at the waist.
“You broke into our hotel.” I playfully swat at him. He grabs my wrists, holding them against his chest.
“It’s hard being this perfect, Elle.”
“Oh, please. Don’t think so highly of yourself.” I roll my eyes but when ours meet again, everything slows down. I feel his breath feather over my lips. Feel his heartbeat race beneath my palms. See the desire darken in his eyes.
“You know what will make me fall from grace?”
“What’s that?”
“Making a mistake,” he murmurs, his eyes devouring me.
“Is that so?” Our bodies move into one another’s.
“It is.” His eyes flicker to my lips. “I find it’s hard to be perfect when you keep making mistakes.”
I lean in so that our lips are almost touching. “Then I guess it’s time we make another one.”
“Is that so?” he asks as I shut the door at my back and lower to my knees. His breath hitches as I look up at him beneath my lashes, a smile on my lips as my fingers work the buttons of his pants. “God, I love mistakes.”
Laughter is on my lips as I break his cock free and waste no time taking him into my mouth. His hand fists in my hair almost in an automatic response when the first suck on it takes him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Elle,” he groans, and hell if the sound alone doesn’t enhance the ache to have him that’s burning through me. “Christ, Elle.”
I work my hand around the base of his shaft as I suck on the crest of his cock.
I’m treated with the salty taste of his precome as his fist tightens.
I look up at him with him thick and heavy in my mouth and am turned on by the sight.
Eyes drugged with desire half-closed and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
Tendons taut in his neck and his biceps flexed as he moves his hand with my hand as I work his dick in and out of my lips.
“Stop or I’m going to come.” His words spur me on.
To suck harder. To take him deeper. I can feel him swell and harden when I didn’t think he could get any harder.
His next groan has him hauling me up by under my armpits and branding his mouth over mine, swallowing my gasp as his tongue slips between my lips.
His kiss is a mixture of demand and depravity. Of control and chaos. Of want versus necessity.
The man owns my every sense.
My every nerve.
My every thought.
He laces open-mouthed kisses down the line of my neck and uses a hand to squeeze my breast so he can suck on its tip through the fabric of my shirt.
I shiver at the warm, wet heat of his mouth all while trying to shimmy out of my jeans. His other hand helps to push them down and then pushes me backwards until we’re against the bar top.
While his mouth’s still on mine, he lifts me up and sets my bare ass on the cold counter. I yelp because of its chill and then moan. Before I can even process the thought, Ford has my feet on his shoulders and his tongue running up and down my slit.
“Oh, God.” The two words are one drawn-out sound as I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him unravel me with licks of his tongue and his fingers tucking inside of me.
It’s erotic. It’s sexy. It’s damn near sensational. His eyes meet mine from above my mound as he circles my clit with his tongue while his fingers pump in and out of me.
My body coils with each touch, with each lick, with each puff of air he blows on my most intimate flesh.
I tug on his hair and his face lifts with evidence of what he’s doing to me glistening on his chin and mouth. “Take me. Now. Please.” I pant the words out. Begging. Asking. Demanding.
His chuckle is all I need to know he’s ready and wanting too. I yelp when his hand connects with my hypersensitized pussy. The little smack unexpected but so fucking hot that I almost come right then. Right there.
But before my system recovers, Ford is pushing his way into me like a man on a mission.
And I won’t complain about that.
He begins to move once I adjust to the fullness. Slow, steady strokes that penetrate deep within me when he leans over and captures my mouth with his. His tongue moving in time with his thrusts.
My nails scrape down the sides of his torso as my body climbs higher and higher. As the ball of desire constricts tighter and tighter.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against my lips before straightening up. He leaves one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place as he begins to pound into me.
Sensations overwhelm.
Bliss mounts.
Desire detonates into the best kind of devastation.
The coil releases as my cry echoes through the empty room while a tidal wave of pleasure pulls me under. I’m swamped in every way imaginable, the orgasm powerful with both its sensation and sensitivity.
“There you go,” he whispers as he moves ever so slowly in and out of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit to help coax the remainder of my climax out of me.
I tighten around him. Over and over and over. My body’s spent and soaring all at the same time.
And it’s those little pulses around him that bring him to the edge. His groan is feral as he begins fucking me with a fervor and an urgency.
His fingers dig into my flesh. His thighs slap against mine. His cock works me in and out until he can’t withstand it any longer.
“Ellery,” he groans, the walls virtually shaking at the reverberation of the orgasm that slams into and through him.
He looks like a Greek god between my thighs. Head thrown back. Adam’s apple pronounced. Shoulders tense. Lips lax.
And I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier.
I don’t think I ever will again.
He collapses on top of me, our bodies misted with sweat, my shirt that’s still on dampened from it. He rests his forehead on my collarbone and rocks it back and forth.
“Good God, woman.” He presses a kiss between my breasts. “Good fucking God.”
I run a hand through his hair, reveling in the feeling of our hearts pounding against one another’s. In our chests moving in unison.
“Should I take that as a compliment?” I tease as I twist a strand of his hair around my finger.
“Mm-hmm. Mistakes. They’re a beautiful thing, aren’t they?”
“Only when it comes to you.”