On that terrifying thought, he wrapped one hand around the edge of the cot, slid the other under her unbelievably fine ass, and completely lost it.
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Angel couldn’t stop crying.
It wasn’t from hurt, exactly, although her knee would regret this in the morning, but it felt close to it. Like pain, deep and untouched and really, really hard to face. Like pleasure so deep and tender that it came full circle to brush the other side.
Something snapped inside Ford. She watched him go from calculating, to a little lost, then finally a bit…feral.
The thing was, she really liked this animal part. Pounding into her, twisting her body, turning it, bending, pushing, all so he could get closer, deeper. Thrusting into her like he’d die if he didn’t.
And she felt it, too. She needed this thing.Passion, she’d call it, if it hadn’t felt more primal than that.
She was seeing him for the first time. The real Ford. She’d cracked the shell to find the man inside.
Carefully, she swiped a drop of sweat from his forehead and cradled his head for a few seconds, until it became necessary to grasp his shoulder, then his hip, and finally, when he hit that magic spot inside her, his ass.
Each of his hard thrusts scooted the cot toward the metal wall, where it banged like thunder, causing cans and boxes to crash to the floor.
It was hilarious on one level. On another, when she looked him in the eye and he hit that high, bright place just right… No hilarity. Just frightening intensity and a deadly seriousness.
She let out a sound—weak and a little frantic.
He leaned down in response and kissed her again, slowed his movements, twisting his hips, so he got the spot every time and, rather than getting screams now, he forced her into one long, low moan of pleasure. She managed to slip her hand between them, slid along their hot and cold skins to her clit, touched herself once, and…
Fireworks. Blasting, bright, over-the-top.Everything.
Every nerve, every pore, every cell focused hard on this connection they shared. Or rather the two connections that mattered right this second—the one between their legs and the one up top—gazes entwined, caught, never letting go.
Oh my God, I do love him.
The thought came and went, a quick, potent electric jolt, the current so fast she almost didn’t notice it. After he’d held still, riding out the craziest, most emotional orgasm of her life, she urged him with her hand to keep going. Prodded him to his own pleasure, so she wouldn’t feel so alone with all of these feelings.
He pushed faster, harder, the expression on his wide-boned face so close to pain she almost worried for him. But she’d seen him in pain and this was something else. She had to stroke him, from his flank up to his chest, over those big, hard planes—the chest she’d thought about way too often out on the ice. Or maybe just often enough to keep her going.
Saved by his massive pecs.
She smiled at that and he smiled back, slowing, breathing hard. Way too sweaty to be safe in Antarctica. His eyes flicked between hers, a question there.
“Don’t have to stop,” she said. “IUD, remember?”
They shared another kiss and he picked up the pace again. Determination in his features this time—a race to the finish. And though she hadn’t expected to go there with him, it started to feel like maybe she had another orgasm in her.
Her hips lifted to meet his thrust for thrust, each one shoving the cot farther along the floor while it shook her to her foundations. This time she came without her hands, with only the friction of their bodies and the intensity of those eyes pushing her over the edge.
No explosions this time. No way could she crest that high again. But thefeelingswere there…the rush, the tightness, the tingling. He pumped into her a few messy times and then one final, deep press, his head cradled against her shoulder before he collapsed. Not quite a dead weight but almost.
Around them lay the destruction of a room fucked to pieces, their stuff everywhere. Like a storm had come through.
Above her, Ford’s body heaved. Exhausted and probably overcome.
She wrapped around him and held on to him—this big, tender loner of a man. The man who’d saved her life more than once. Funny how somehow, suddenly, right this moment, she felt like he’d torn it all apart.
Chapter 38
It took Coop forever to fight his way through the fog of emotion, find his muscles and lift his weight off her. But he finally did, figuring they hadn’t gotten this far for him to crush her to death.
He leaned back, expecting to have to explain his outburst. The frantic fucking hard enough to move the damn bed across the room. They hadn’t discussed any of that ahead of time. Not that he could’ve warned her anyway, since he hadn’t planned it.
