The Reunion(74)

Instead, I lift up and smooth my hands up his chest until I’m gripping his cheeks. “I want you more than anything, Ford. I just don’t want this to ruin anything.”

He shakes his head. “It won’t. It can’t possibly ruin anything, not when I feel this strongly about you. It will only enhance what we have.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “You make me happy, Larkin. I wouldn’t want to do anything to lose that.”

“You won’t lose me,” I say, moving my hands to the waistband of his sweatpants.

His eyes soften and he takes a deep breath as I slip one hand past the waistband, where I find his erection, already begging for release.

For a brief second, I allow my fingers to take in his length, and then I curl around him, feeling his girth. God, he’s so perfect. I move my hand down lower, where my fingers caress his balls.

“Fu-uck,” he says, his chest tensing, his muscles firing off.

I look up at him. “I want you, Ford. All of you.”

He wets his lips and then pushes down his sweatpants and his briefs. With my hand in his, we both stand, and he pushes his pants to the side before reaching for mine and dragging them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a thong. He spins me around and presses my ass up against his erection as both his hands smooth up my stomach to my breasts. His mouth finds my neck, where he rains tantalizing kisses, lighting up my skin with goose bumps.

“I feel like this is crossing a line, a big one, but fuck if I can’t stop myself now.”

“I don’t want you to,” I say as his hand glides down my stomach and under the waistband of my thong. “Feel that?” I ask when his finger dips inside of me. “Feel how wet I am.”

“Fuck yes,” he says, surprising me with how many swear words have come out of his mouth since I’ve kissed him. It’s as if he’s dropped the thin veil of being a boss and is letting his true colors show now.

“You make me feel like this, Ford. Turned on. Wanted. Needed.”

He growls into my ear, spins me around, and then pushes my thong down to the ground, and I step out of it.

His hand goes between my legs, and I part them a little more for him as I hold on to him, my stance on the ground feeling wobbly. His finger glides over me, in and out, in and out.

Just the right amount of pressure.

Just the right pace to build me up.

To make me feel like I’m in a frenzy.

To make me feel crazy.

“I need you to be inside of me,” I say, pulling his mouth to my mine, frantically kissing him as his fingers continue to work in and out of me. “Please, Ford.”

“I don’t have protection,” he says.

“I’m on birth control and I’m safe. Please, Ford.”

He pulls away just enough to see my eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I need you.”

“I need you too,” he says as he gently pulls me down to the ground, into the tent, and onto the cushioned sleeping bags. He goes to lay me down, but instead, I place my hand on his chest.

“I want to ride you,” I say, courage and lust swelling within me.

His gaze heats up, and without a word, he lies on his back and places one of his hands behind his head as I climb over him. On my knees, I hover above his erection. His hand smooths up my stomach, and he slowly grips my breast, allowing his thumb to pass over my nipple. Reaching between my legs, I bring the tip of his cock to my entrance, where I playfully smooth him over my arousal.

The most delicious smile spreads across his face. “Damn, Larkin. You’re a goddamn tease.”

I smile back at him. “Just enjoying every aspect of this.”

“Me. Fucking. Too.”

I position him right where I want him and then I slowly start to lower down on his length.

The first few inches, I lose my breath at the overwhelming sense of him stretching me wide.

The next two inches, my head falls back from how absolutely magnificent he feels.

And the last few inches cause me to brace myself on his chest as I allow myself to mold to him.

“God, Ford,” I whisper. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.” I start to rock up and down, savoring his entire length.

“Neither did I,” he says, now gripping my hips to help me. “Hell, Larkin, you’re so hot.”

I lean forward, still rocking my hips, and take his mouth with mine. His hand smooths up my back, to my hair, where his fingers dig into my scalp, and it’s the most satisfying feeling as he possesses me. Controls me. Loves on me.

“I need more of you,” I say.

“Take what you want, Larkin. I’m all yours.”

I lift up again and place my hands on either side of his waist to give myself leverage as I rotate my hips over his length.

Pulsing.

Rocking.

Shifting.

“Fuck,” Ford mutters quietly, his hands guiding me, helping me.

“It’s so good,” I say, “but I need more.”

Just then, he lifts up and flips me on my back. Taking my hands in his, he pins them to either side of my head and then drives into me with such power that I feel all the air leap from my lungs.

“Yes,” I cry out.

He brings his lips to my neck, kissing along the column, up to my jaw, and then to my mouth, where he demands more from me with his tongue.