Wild Love (Rose Hill, #1)(96)

My breaths come sharp and choppy as he swipes through me, spreading the wetness up and over my clit. A shiver racks me every time, but I can’t peel my eyes from the look of intense focus on his face. It’s the same one he gets when I see him listening to a demo with big noise-canceling headphones on.

His forest-green eyes slice up to my face. “I like seeing how wet you are for me. Proof that this is real.”

Then he drops his head between my legs, turning the attention he just gave my rock-hard nipples to my pussy.

My head tilts back against the wall as his tongue works me. His stubble scrapes against my inner thighs. He sets my body ablaze with every stroke, every firm press of his lips. I rock against his face, but he doesn’t pull away—he takes it one step further. Lifting each of my thighs over his shoulders, spreading me and diving in deeper with a hungry snarl.

I feel out of my body. Like I’ve exploded into a cloud of bliss and could float away if it weren’t for the man between my legs, gripping my thighs and feasting on me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

The coiling sensation at the base of my spine takes hold.

A tugging between my hips.

“Oh god. Oh fuck,” I murmur, fingers raking through his hair. Toes curling tight against the base of the stilettos still strapped around my ankles.

I see my release shimmering before me, like heat waves on a hot day. So real I could reach out and touch it.

But Ford pulls back, and it ebbs away. I groan and thump a fist on the wall beside me before peering down at him.

At his smirk and glowing, almost otherworldly eyes. “What are you doing?” I whine the words.

“Watching you.” His focus flashes down to my spread pussy and back up to my face.

“Less watching. More of what you were doing before.”

He lowers one leg off his shoulder and then the other as he leans back on his haunches, looking altogether too pleased with himself.

“Not yet.”

My eyes widen, a flash of frustration streaking through me. “You’re torturing me.”

Ford chuckles, low and deep, and it makes me sway on already unsteady legs. He stands and stares down at me. “You’ve been torturing me for years.”

He gives me a quick kiss and I can taste my essence on his lips. It brings me a base sort of satisfaction to know that he tastes like me.

He reaches down and lifts me like I weigh nothing. I imagine for a man his size, that’s probably true. He man-handles me with ease, carrying me farther into the dim suite.

“If you learn anything tonight, it should be that I get off on playing with my food before I finish it,” he whispers against my ear.

When he drops me on the bed, stepping up so that his knees bump against the edge of the mattress, my legs come together.

“Spread your legs, Rosie.”

My chest heaves with heavy, excited breaths and I let my legs fall apart for him. I feel like I could combust under the weight of his gaze.

“Too dark to see.” I glimpse his profile, the outline of his body as he rounds the bed and flicks on the bedside lamp. A golden glow fills the space, accentuating every shadowed dip on his body. I glance up at where he stands near my head and watch as he takes a moment to let his eyes roam me. Spread out for him. An appreciative groan rumbles in his throat and my entire body clenches in anticipation.

Then he tugs two pillows from against the headboard and steps down the side of the bed so he towers over my splayed body.

“Flip over, Rosie. Get on all fours.”

I’m too mind-numbingly turned on to bark back at him. I’m pliable. Needy. I do exactly as he tells me.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he mutters as I turn onto my knees and lift my ass in the air. One big hand caresses the closest globe appreciatively while the other slides the cool pillows beneath my stomach.

Then his attention moves lower, a teasing swipe across my clit before two fingers push inside me, scissoring and stretching me. I turn to glance back over my shoulder. To catch sight of his solid body looming over mine as he plays with me.

I pant, mouth popping open as I soak up the view, as he keeps working me relentlessly. Then I feel a slap against my cheek. I look back up at him and he’s fisting his cock.

“Open up, Rosie. Put that mouth to use.”

There’s no hesitation. My lips are already parted and he takes full advantage by sliding himself into my mouth while he fucks me with his fingers. I rock back and forth on my hands and knees, pushing toward him at both ends. Surrounded by him.

I moan shamelessly, overwhelmed by sensation. He plays me like a maestro, standing beside me, filling me in so many ways.

I suck eagerly at his length, arching my back and clenching around him when he adds a third finger and growls, “Such a tight, needy little pussy.”

My head bobs. Because, yes, I am so needy right now.

He smooths a hand over my hair. “If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of cock right now, would you be asking for more?”

I hum and nod, still working at his length. But he pulls away all the same and presses my back. It’s a light pressure, but my arms buckle beneath me so I’m down on my elbows.

“Hips up, baby,” he directs and I’m immediately lifting my hips, knees digging into the soft mattress as I melt into the pillows beneath me and feel my heel-clad feet dangle on the edge. I let Ford position me exactly as he wants me. His hands gentle and domineering all at once.