“Look at that. You beat me at something.”
Corrie pushed her hand into his chest—his ratherfirmchest. “Yeah, and don’t you forget it.”
Chapter
Ten
Ford saved all his Indiana Jones–esqe adventures for his dreams. That was where he chased robbers over rooftops, swung from vines, and found lost treasure in ancient pyramids. He was always alone on solo adventures. And always came out on top.
But not this time. This time he was with Corrie. And this time, she was on top. Riding him with her gorgeous breasts swaying with the rock of her hips like the Ocean Motion ride at Cedar Point.
She leaned down to kiss him, her coconut-scented locks cascading around him like a fruity waterfall. The pressure increased in his cock. He was dreaming, but he didn’t want the dream to end. It was too real. It was like he could smell the coconut...
His eyelids slowly creeped open, and in his face lay a mess of wavy brown coconut-scented curls.
And pressed against his cock were her full, fabulous hips.
Fuck.
How long had they been sleeping like that? Spooning. It couldn’t have been the whole night. Ford had made sure to keep his distance, as difficult as it had been in that tiny tent and with her magnetism trying to pull him in closer. Surely after telling her about his inadequacies in the bedroom, he’d lost any chance that he ever had with her. She was a sexual goddess. She could have sex whenever and with whoever she wanted. And chances were, she had no interest in having sex with a man whose last girlfriend had described their sex life asboring.
Ford really wished he hadn’t told Corrie all that.
But too late for regrets. Now he needed to figure out how he was going to get his arm free from around her waistandhis cock away from her before he had to explain his wet dream.
With the most minuscule of movements, Ford lifted his arm, inching from her grip. She stirred, wriggling her body against his, her ass grinding against his already firm cock.Oh God. Please don’t let me come right now.Ford closed his eyes, trying to think of anything and everything that could tame his erection, but she wouldn’t stop.
And then the moans started.
“Mm... Ford...”
Wait. What?
Did he hear that right? Did she moan his name while grinding in her sleep?
Her whimpers grew louder and faster.Oh my God... she’s about to orgasm.
Should he wake her? What was worse? Letting her finish, not realizing that he was awake and next to her, or waking her and possibly risking another moment like the one he’d had with Addison when he’d caught her in the middle of the act? Why didn’t they teachthisin sex ed?
No... it wasn’t right. This was a violation of her privacy, no matter how much he enjoyed it.
With a quick tug, he pulled back his arm and her body stilled. No... it tensed. She was awake. Her head moved, as if she was scanning her surroundings... assessing how much he’d noticed.
“Ford, are you awake?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Have you been up long?” Her voice was shaky. Maybe even a little nervous.
“No, not long.” Which, sure, was the truth. But long enough.
She twisted and sat up as Ford quickly pulled the sleeping bag over to cover his erection. Her hair was a mess. She was wearing Ford’s giant T-shirt. But she was still the most gorgeous being he’d ever seen. Like the way actors looked when they first woke up in the movies.
“What time is it?” She shifted her gaze around the tent, seemingly avoiding eye contact with him.
He reached into the pocket near the top of the tent where he’d tucked his glasses, then pulled his wrist to his face to check his watch. “It’s six thirty.”
“My God, I slept hard as a rock last night.” Did she have to talk about things being hard? “How early do you think we’ll head out?”
