Raiders of the Lost Heart(56)

His hand grazed her stomach before diving beneath her panties and between her folds. Fuck. She was wet. So very. Very. Wet.

Ford’s eyes practically rolled in the back of his head as his fingers glided along her slippery entrance. Was she always like this? Did he do this to her? Boring Ford Matthews?

He released her breast from his mouth and scooted down the bed toward her panty line. Kneeling in front of her, he took a good look. Her hair splayed out in a fan on his bed. Her half-naked body resting in her open robe. Her rich, dark eyes staring at him with a foreign intensity. Something was clearly on her mind.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Not what he was expecting to come from her lips.

“Okay.” Was there really any other answer?

“Do you have any condoms?”

Annnnnnd no. No, he didn’t. And why would he? He hadn’t had sex in years, and the only two women he’d planned on interacting with on this trip were Sunny and Agnes, neither of whom were options.

“No,” he finally said.

“Dammit. Do you think Ethan has any?”

“I have no idea, but I’m not going to ask him.”

“Then how are you going to fuck me?”

Good question. How was he going to fuck her? Because this could very well be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who knew how things would be between them by the morning with the way they ran so hot and cold? But he wasn’t about to suggest they go without one. He had no idea how Corrie would take such a suggestion and he didn’t want to upset her.

“I can order some.”

Ford closed his eyes, wincing the moment the words came out of his mouth. Order some? Seriously? How unsexy could he be?

“You really know how to turn a lady on,” she said. He could hear the smirk in her voice. Her body shifted as she pulled her legs out from under him.

Yep. He’d killed his chances. She was leaving.

But when he opened his eyes expecting to find her putting on her robe, he found the opposite. Instead, she kneeled in front of him, her robe now completely off.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“I thought you were going to leave.”

“Leave? Ford, I want you to fuck me, but just because that’s not going to happen tonight doesn’t mean I’m going to leave. I’m horny. I’m wet. And the thought of having to postpone the inevitable boning is making me even more so.”

Ford couldn’t help but laugh. “Inevitable boning?”

She smiled and inched closer. “Yes. This is happening, Ford. Even if I left right now, you know what would happen.” She placed her hand on Ford’s pecs and trickled her fingers lightly along his chest and abs. “We’d both walk away from this sexually frustrated. We’d get into an argument about something ridiculous, because that’s what we do. And then one of us would eventually kiss the other again. And we’d be right back here, ripping each other’s clothes off, because we both know this is an eight-year-old itch that needs to be scratched.”

Her hand reached into his boxers and wrapped around his cock, causing him to suck in a deep breath. Her delicate, slender fingers glided over his firm flesh. That, coupled with the look in her eye . . . heaven. Absolute heaven.

Ford brushed her hair behind her shoulders and wrapped his hand behind her neck. “Calling me an itch? You really know how to turn a man on.”

She squeezed a tad tighter and pressed her lips to his. “Oh, I’m just getting started.” With that, she backed up then bent over. Her ass high in the air. What Ford wouldn’t do for a mirror. Although everything around him went blank the moment she took him in her mouth. The moan escaping his lips couldn’t be helped. Not with the way her tongue rolled around his cock’s head and the way her hand glided slowly along his shaft. And definitely not with the way her own hips rolled as she massaged him with her mouth, as if she was picturing his cock inside of her in a different way than at present.

He ran his hand along the arch of her back as she sucked on him. The last time he had a blow job was . . . damn. He couldn’t even remember. Though maybe that was because none of them were worth remembering. But this one? Oh, this was a blow job he’d never forget.

Everything about this moment, he’d never forget. And he didn’t want Corrie forgetting it, either.

Well, that and he selfishly wanted to taste her, too.

He reached around and ran his hand around the curve of her hip, then pulled her panties to the side, slipping his fingers inside her. Feeling her wetness almost made him come, but no. He couldn’t come before giving her pleasure, too.

Their bodies broke apart and Ford climbed onto the bed beside her. They both rested on their sides, heads opposite each other, and he situated himself with his mouth in front of her panties. With a slow glide, he slid her panties off then dove between her legs, alternating between lapping at her clit and dragging his tongue in long, wide strokes along her slit. Tasting her like she was the best damn dessert he’d ever had.

“Oh God, Ford. There . . . right there . . .”

He gripped her ass, pulling her tightly against his face. He had one mission and one mission only—to satisfy her. No, not just satisfy. To worship her. But when she pulled him back into her mouth doing the same, he wouldn’t last much longer. Not when hearing her moans, no, feeling her moans on his cock. And not with the way she continued to roll her hips against his face.