Better planning would have meant the condom in my pants pocket would be in my hand instead of halfway across the room. In my defense, I’d thought we were an orgasm or two from this point. Not that I was complaining. Not with Charlotte spread out before me, licking her lips like I was a Popsicle on an August day.Christ.This woman threatened every bit of control I possessed.
“In the nightstand. Hurry.” She motioned with her head as she tugged the tie loose from her robe and slid the silky material open and out of the way, baring herself completely to my hungry gaze.
My cock jumped in response to the sight of her damp curls and her gorgeous pink pussy, slick and so ready for me.
I pushed aside any thought I might have about her having condoms beside her bed in favor of getting inside her as fast as possible. I didn’t do jealousy. Pleasure was pleasure. If everyone involved was adults and decent, honest people, what they did was their own business. I didn’t make promises I couldn’t keep, and I didn’t expect them in return. The fact that I was even thinking about it with a woman I’d only known a few hours was something to look at another time.
Bracing a hand on the edge of the bed, I leaned over her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her beautiful body, and slid open the nightstand drawer. She had two vibrators—a Rabbit and a smaller bullet-shaped one—and behind it, a half-full box of condoms. I resisted the urge to think about how long she’d had the box and who she’d used the missing condoms with—not my business—and kept my focus on the woman in front of me, how quickly I could get inside her, and how long she’d let me stay once I was there.
I snagged a foil packet and laid it in her waiting palm with hands that were less steady than I was comfortable admitting. She ripped open the packet and then it was her hand on me, and it took everything I had to hold still. To keep from rocking into her touch. She bit her lip, a crease lining her brow in a way that made me wonder if she was struggling as much as me as she used her small, strong hand to roll the condom down my length.
There wasn’t a reason to wait. We’d both known this was where we were heading. We’d raced toward it. But now with no barriers—the irony of the condom removing the final barrier was not lost on me—between us, I froze, weighing the next moment, knowing instinctively that something was about to change.
“Ford, please.” She breathed out my name, but it was thepleasethat spurred me into action.
I think I already knew on some level that I’d have a hard time denying this woman anything. It didn’t make sense, but that didn’t make it any less true. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I gripped her hip with one hand and my cock with the other. I leaned in just enough to notch myself at her slick opening and watched her eyes drift shut.
“Look at me, Charlotte. I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
She blinked but her gaze met mine and held. Losing myself in her beautiful blue eyes, I pressed slowly into her, giving us both a chance to adjust to the feeling of our bodies joined together. She was so fucking tight. Her pussy gripped my cock like it was made for me, but it was the expression on her face that threatened to break my control. She watched me like a glorious puzzle she intended to solve. A man could get drunk on that kind of attention alone. I had a feeling Charlotte did everything at a hundred and ten percent. Sex wasn’t any different.
She rocked her hips up to meet me, taking me deeper, and dug her heels into my ass, pulling me closer. I didn’t hesitate to oblige her. In that moment, there wasn’t a single thing in the world I wanted as much as Charlotte. I slid the last fraction of an inch into her and held, the muscles on my neck and shoulders bunching as I fought to keep from thrusting. I wanted to draw out every bit of pleasure I could for both of us. The very last thing I wanted to do was race ahead to the end. Not when I didn’t know how much time I’d have after tonight.
I didn’t know why it mattered. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to fight it. Reaching underneath her, I palmed her ass, tipping her up to meet me, giving us both the last little bit of breath-stealing depth. For a moment, I held us there, my gaze meeting hers with the same intensity as our bodies joined together. Then I started to move, and the world fractured around me, dissolving into the pleasure of Charlotte in my arms. Wrapped around me. My body inside hers, driving us both higher.
“That’s it. That’s everything.” She strained against me, rocking her hips to get closer, her voice breathy with pleasure. “Like that, Ford. Just like that.”
As if there was a chance I’d do anything other than what she asked of me. I’d give this gorgeous creature in my arms anything she asked for and anything else she’d let me. Wrapping my arm around her, I leaned back, sitting up on my heels and bringing her with me. The angle let her take me even deeper inside, and her eyes hooded as I thrust up to meet her. Keeping an arm around her, supporting her, I bent to nuzzle the tops of her breasts.
“Lean back, cher. I’ve got you.” I tightened my grip as she arched back over my arm, baring her dusky-pink nipples to my lips.
I drew one of the tight peaks into my mouth, sucking harder when her back bowed, pressing her closer. She let out a cry—part whimper, part moan—spurring me on. I bit gently on the pebbled flesh before soothing it with my tongue. Charlotte gasped andpressed herself closer, riding my aching cock. I could spend hours worshiping at the altar of her glorious tits, but if she kept grinding her pussy against me like that, I wouldn’t last.
Torn between giving her exactly what we both wanted and prolonging things so she got what she needed, I pressed a hand to the top of her ass, holding her body against me, her swollen clit wedged against my pelvic bone. I thrust up into her hard—hard enough to make her mouth form a soundless O of pleasure—and circled my hips, rocking my cock inside her in a way that had me fighting to keep from surrendering to the feel of her. I could see the moment I hit the perfect spot inside her, could see the way her eyes darkened in both pleasure and surprise. Repeating the movement over and over, I felt her pussy clench around me, gripping my cock in a way that even my iron-hard determination couldn’t match.
“Fuck, Charlotte. Come for me, beautiful girl. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking good.” Her sweet sex pulsed in response and I smiled. My sexy lawyer liked a bit of dirty talk. I could work with that. I needed to make her come before I lost what was left of my mind. “That’s it, cher.” I murmured the words against her ear and felt her body tighten in response. “I can feel your cunt milking my cock. I can’t fucking wait another minute to fill you up. Let go, Charlotte.”
She went still for a fraction of a second, her body wound tight like the coil of a spring. Just as quickly, she spiraled out, the climax whipping through her and taking me with it.
“God. Fuck. Ford. Yes.” The single-syllable words fell from her lips in a steady stream as her body tightened and pulsed around me, triggering my own climax.
Gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks, I drove up into her, not stopping until the orgasm rolled me, stealing the last of my control.
Drawing in a ragged breath, I wrapped an arm around her back and held her as I laid her on the bed, my body covering hers. I needed to get up, to deal with the condom and figure out whatever came next, but I couldn’t manage anything in that moment beyond pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s forehead. For one perfect moment, I gave myself over to the sheer rightness of having this woman in my arms.
Because now that we’d come this far, I had to do the most difficult part and leave—give her what she said she wanted—and pray I got another chance to show her what she needed. What I suspected we both needed.
“TELL ME AGAIN WHY WE’RE doing this in person instead of with gin and juice in yoga pants in front of a laptop?” Thinking of gin made me think of Ford, something I couldn’t seem to avoid since he’d kissed me good-bye.
I picked up a small ceramic fleur de lis, turning it over in my hand as if looking at the underside might somehow reveal its hidden purpose. It didn’t.
“If I have to go through the ritual of signing up for a bridal registry—and I do; my mom was adamant—then I at least want the pleasure of touching the china I can’t imagine ever using. As a bridesmaid, you’re obligated to do anything I ask you to.” Alex looked smug and beautiful in her navy pencil skirt and white silk blouse. She was irritatingly glowy. It seemed to be a new side effect of anything related to her wedding to Erik, and if she kept it up for the next nine months, I was going to need a coping mechanism to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head.
“That wasn’t in the pitch you gave when you sold the bridesmaid job.”
Alex blew me a kiss from across a table of obscenely priced china.
“Bridezilla.”
