And soon, we sail off into the night.
The second our dogs are let back into my place, Ford is on me. He’s cupping my cheeks and devouring my mouth. No—he’s claiming me, kissing me so thoroughly, my head spins. Everything’s a beautiful blur. My body’s awash in lust. In happiness. In him.
His tongue tangles with mine, then he nips the corner of my mouth and moves down my throat, murmuring praise.So pretty. So beautiful. Want you so much.
His words hit differently this time.
The need in them.
When he looks up, he grabs my chin. “I had this fantasy of fucking you up against the wall. Of you in some…dress. Of us…just—” His words rasp, like he can barely get them out in the right order. Then he picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me to the couch.
It’s not made out of suitcases. But it’s sturdy enough to survive this man manhandling me. When he sets medown, he makes sure I’m straddling his lap and the very hard, very insistent ridge of his erection.
I shudder at the feel of him. Then he’s kissing me again, blazing a trail of open-mouthed caresses down my neck till he reaches the top of the bodice. The whole time he’s inching up my skirt, sliding the material along my legs, then bunching it at my waist.
When my panties are revealed, he lets out a feral groan. “Fuck, baby. You’re too much.”
They’re pale yellow. “Want to get lucky?” I ask playfully.
He doesn’t smile—he just shakes his head, maybe in amazement, and says, “Iamlucky. I’m so lucky I met you.”
My heart feels like the sun is shining from inside me. “I feel the same,” I say, my voice wobbly with emotion.
“Yeah?”
“I really do,” I say, my throat tightening as nerves wing through me along with all my deep-seated fears. Fears of being second best. Fears of being left behind. But he’s only given me reason to believe I’m one of his priorities.
And it’s a feeling I relish now.
So much that I say, “I’m on protection, and I’ve been tested. Negative.”
He goes quiet for a moment, his blue eyes flickering with passion and promise. “Me too,” he says, blowing out a weighty breath. “I want to feel you with nothing between us.”
Hastily, I tug at his pants, undo his tie, and unbutton his shirt as he maneuvers off my panties, and in no time his hard, throbbing cock is free and beautifully ready for me.
Just like I’m ready for him.
I sink down on him, my eyes falling closed, my breath stuttering, and my world narrowing to just him and me.
“Skylar,” he groans, my name said like he cherishes me.
And that’s how he fucks me.
With a white-hot need and a deep, tender passion. He holds me tight, guides me up and down, and kisses me fiercely as I ride his cock until we’re both falling apart.
Later, we’re in bed, and he says, “It was good to see Brittany tonight.”
I tense. “Um, why?”
“Because it’s good to know when your past is truly behind you.”
My heart’s beating outside my body. “It is. It really is.”
Then he kisses me like I’m his future.
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