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.
I open for him to take what he wants.
I spread my legs even wider for him.
And I grip his hands even tighter, letting him know I’m all his.
His hips piston in and out of me.
Building.
Climbing.
A rumble of pleasure boils in the pit of my stomach.
“Jesus,” he says, moving faster, harder. “So good, Larkin. So fucking . . . good.” He groans and rotates his hips as he continues to pulse in and out.
A spike of pleasure shoots through me, up my spine, bringing me closer and closer to the edge as an intense sense of euphoria starts to take over all my senses.
“Ford, yes. I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he grunts.
“Right there,” I say, bringing my knees up to my chest, giving him more access and putting just the right angle on his pulses to shoot me over the edge. “Oh God!” I cry out as white-hot pleasure bursts through me, up my veins, down my muscles.
I spasm around him, contracting, pulling, causing him to groan out the sexiest “Fuck” I’ve ever heard in my entire life as he stills and comes inside me.
Together we ride out our orgasms until there’s nothing left, and he collapses on top of me.
He lets go of my hands, and we lie there lifeless as I slowly drag my fingers up and down his back and his lips press gentle kisses against my shoulder.
After a few moments of silence, Ford lifts up and caresses my jaw while looking me in the eyes. “Please don’t report this to human resources.” He gives me a sexy smirk.
A laugh pops past my lips as I reach up and push his hair to the side. “No chance in hell.”
Growing serious, he leans down and kisses my lips. “This, what happened between us, I want to build on it, not shy away from it.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Me too,” I say. “But I want to keep my job, Ford.”
His brow creases. “Why wouldn’t you keep your job?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure how this is all going to work.”
“One step at a time, that’s how.”
“I don’t want this to distract us from what we’re here for, though. For finding you, for finding the brand.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “Got a little sidetracked, didn’t we?”
“Just a little. But it’s important to me that we figure this out for you, now more than ever.”
“Why now more than ever?” he asks.
I drag my finger over his jaw. “Because now that I’ve had a piece of you, I’m not going to want to let go, and I know we can never have a healthy relationship unless you’re mentally healthy too.”
He nods, and I’m relieved to see he understands. “I want this. You and me. I want it more than anything.”
“So then we can figure this out together, right?”
“Yes . . . while naked.”
I laugh as he buries his face in my neck, kissing me all over, letting me know just how lucky I am.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DR. BEAU