Whatever wanton woman had taken over her body was more than willing to comply. She stood, slid her panties off, and got up on the bed. Ford watched, fisting his dick, as she spread her legs. Everything was so sensitive that it only took a few strokes with two fingers around her clit for her to be on the verge of coming.
“Yes, that’s it,” he said, moving closer to the edge of the bed. “Don’t hold back.”
She didn’t. She couldn’t. Fingers slick with her arousal, she touched herself, bringing herself closer and closer with each movement until there was no holding back. The vibrations started, and in the heartbeat before her orgasm hit, she realized that Ford wasn’t watching what she was doing with her fingers, he was watching her face.
…
There was no coming back from this. Ford knew it. Watching Gina come apart was almost more than he could take.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer in her bedside table and tore the wrapper open with more force than necessary, but he was using all of his conscious effort to stop himself from sinking deep within her without any protection. She opened her eyes and looked at him with lazy satisfaction in her gaze as she watched him roll on the latex.
“I think I might be done,” she said, even as she caressed her tits.
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. “We both know that’s not the case.”
“That’s true,” she said, lifting her legs straight up.
Now that was an invitation he wasn’t about to ignore. He stepped to the edge of the bed, brought her ankles to his shoulders, clutched her hips in his hands, and in one bold push, buried himself to the hilt inside her. They both let out an appreciative moan, along with a little bit of “oh my God” and “yes please.” She squeezed his length and swiveled her hips in a way that had him counting back from a bazillion to keep from coming right then and there. Then, while he was still trying to stay away from the point of no return, she dug her heels into his shoulders and used them to leverage herself as she rocked against him, taking him in and out as pleasure built at the base of his spine.
He wanted to take it slow, but she felt so fucking good. Holding onto her hips and lifting her up, he thrust forward and withdrew, again and again. She tightened around him as she begged him not to stop and then came hard on his cock. The heady scent of sex filled the air around them as the tingle in his spine spiraled out to his limbs, his balls tightened, and he came.
It took a minute for his vision to return so he could see the content, blissed-out look on Gina’s face, her cheeks flushed and her brown hair a disheveled mess around her head. He’d never seen a woman more beautiful.
He should tell her. He should tell her this wasn’t just for fun for him. He should tell her… “I’ll be right back.”
For the love of Mike, Hartigan. Man up.
Yeah, talking about his feelings like that wasn’t in his makeup. So, he wimped out and went to the bathroom to clean up. By the time he got back to the bedroom, Gina’s eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly. Great. He’d had his chance and he’d blown it. Next time the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d tell her everything.
An image flashed in his mind of being in the captain’s office and the conversation that had sent him to her door in the first place and all the lies of omission he’d told to get inside. Well, not everything—at least not yet. All he had to do was figure out how to make sure she wouldn’t hate his guts if she ever did find out the whole truth about how he’d ended up on her doorstep.
Chapter Fifteen
Gina couldn’t stop singing to herself. At the grocery store, she was humming along with some classic Supremes and executing some pretty bad—not in the good way—dance moves in the produce section. At the card shop with a wedding client looking at invitations, she hadn’t even realized she was singing along with the latest bubblegum pop hit until her client joined in. And now, here she was in the kitchen making coffee and shaking her ass to the music coming from the front of the house, where Juan and his crew were putting the finishing touches on the totally renovated front porch that would no longer try to eat people. It was a great fucking day and a testament to the power of getting laid on the regular.