Three Little Words (Fool's Gold #12)(51)

She opened her eyes and saw Ford smiling down at her. He looked like a man who had taken on the biggest supervillain ever and won.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, unable to keep from smiling. “You’re amazing and you can be as smug as you like.”

He grinned. “So you came.”

“Yes.”

“For the first time ever.”

She laughed. “Yes.”

“Because of me.”

“Because of you.”

Then he wasn’t grinning. He touched her cheek. “I’m glad.”

“Me, too.” She raised herself on her elbows. “Do you think I can come with you inside?”

“Let’s find out.”

He had to get up and go find his pants. She enjoyed the view of his muscled body first from the back, then from the front. He slipped on the condom and knelt between her thighs. But instead of pushing inside, he took her hand in his.

“Do this,” he said, settling her fingers on that still-swollen center.

She pulled her hand away. “I can’t touch myself.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s... People don’t.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously? ‘People don’t’? That’s your reason?”

“I don’t.”

“I got that. It might be part of your problem.” He put her hand back in place. “Just give me five minutes. If you don’t like it, you can stop.”

She stared into his face and tried to guess what he was thinking. So far everything he’d done had been designed to make her feel at ease and sexually satisfy her. Did she really want to start complaining now?

“Five minutes,” she agreed, putting her fingers back where he’d placed them.

“Slow circles. Steady pressure.”

She blinked at him. “You’re telling me how to do this?”

“Someone has to.”

She didn’t know if she should laugh, hit him or accept the criticism in the spirit in which it was meant. She picked the latter and collapsed back on the bed.

Her fingers were smaller than his, so she used three instead of two. She moved slowly, not sure how to duplicate what he’d done. But with each circle, she got immediate feedback and was able to adjust the speed to one that was—

“Damn, that’s hot,” he said.

She opened her eyes and saw him watching her. She pulled her hand away immediately. Heat burned on her cheeks. “You’re not supposed to stare at me.”

“You have a lot of rules.” He shifted so she felt his thickness pushing into her. “But as soon as you’re comfortable with us making love, I’m going to have you do that all the way.”

“You want me to touch myself and have an orgasm while you watch?”

“Sure.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Repeating “people don’t do that” seemed silly. “Would you do that, too? With me watching?”

“Sure.”

The idea of him touching himself with her right there was oddly exciting. What else did couples do in bed that she didn’t know about? She had a feeling Ford would be happy to tell her all about it.

He tapped the back of her hand. “Back to business, young lady.”

She did as he requested. With the first stroke, she felt the familiar tension return. Then he eased into her.

Ford was both long and thick. He stretched her, pushing in until her legs fell open more. Nerve endings cooed in delight at the friction. He withdrew and pushed in again.

There was no counting this time, no need to busy her mind. Her body understood what was happening and hurried toward the path. She touched herself as he’d taught her, keeping time with him. They both moved faster and faster. She started to lose control as pressure built up inside her.

Without thinking, she dropped her hand and held on to him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in closer. He surged harder, thrust deeper and the first ripple of her release washed over her.

He quickly followed, opening his eyes to stare into hers as they both surrendered to the pleasure they shared.

* * *

ISABEL STOOD IN her shower the following morning and did her best not to break into spontaneous song. Because she so could. She could sing and dance, and she wouldn’t be the least surprised if little woodland creatures were waiting in her bedroom to help her dress.

Because it was that kind of morning. The sun was shining, the earth rotating, and she had spent the night having orgasm after orgasm.

Maybe that made her a shallow person, but she could live with the judgment. The things Ford had done to her had been spectacular. She hadn’t known her body was capable of such pleasure. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t figured it all out before. Of course, she and Billy had both been young and the horde had been a one-night kind of thing that had left her feeling icky. With Eric, well, she’d already dissected those problems.

She turned off the water and got out of the shower. After drying off, she wrapped herself in her robe and opened the bathroom door. And screamed.

Ford was standing right there.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” she asked, pressing a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded hard against her rib cage.

“I brought you coffee.”