Page 133 of Burn the Wild

“Do it,” Ford growls against my neck. “Come for me.”

“Yes, yes,” I gasp.

I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Where I want to be.

Here with Ford.

This ranch.

This life.

Mine.

My hips twist and I scream. Warmth drips down the inside of my thighs. Ford holds me against him, forearm bracketed across my chest as I buck in his arms. When I’m exhausted, limp and flush, I collapse against him.

Ford gathers me into his arms and we melt onto the mattress. Burning, bare bodies.

Slowly, he sinks inside of me. His amber eyes hold mine, steady and strong.

Our breaths grow shallow, desire deepening in my stomach. All summer we’ve snuck around and fucked, but this is different. I can see his face. The way his eyes darken. The hard bob of his Adam’s apple.

It means more. Means everything.

The ache in my stomach deepens, connecting us. Ford slides his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly as he thrusts deeper into me.

“It’s never been like this with anyone but you,” he rasps against my neck.

“Yes,” I say, sex clenching. I scrape my nails down his back, nip at his shoulder. “Never.”

He captures my mouth on a strangled moan. His kisses turn possessive, frantic. I can barely get air, but I relish it.

“So fucking tight,” he murmurs, pressing my knees closer to my shoulders. “Bluebird, you’re a goddamn dream.”

I moan, lost in him. We move against each other like tides. He pumps in and out slowly, torturing me.

“Ford.” I arch my back off the bed. “It’s perfect.”

“Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re perfect.”

I throw my head back and whimper.

“Need those eyes open, Birdie. On me.” His stern command draws me back.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

Our gazes lock. Ravenous desire explodes between us.

Ford’s languid rhythm changes. He pumps harder. Faster. Fucks me like he’s starving. His hips roll against mine as I writhe beneath him. His animalistic hunger, his primal eyes, they take me over. Possess me. I want nothing else. No one else.

His eyes never leave my face as he melds me to his body. He doesn’t just make me feel like gold, he makes me believe I am.

I slide my hands over his muscled back and grip the curve of his ass.

“Reese.” He rasps my name like a prayer, pushing me over the edge.

We climax together, hips rolling, breaths panting. I wrap myself around him, burrowing into his tall body. We shake together, our heartbeats syncing.

When our bodies calm, he rolls off me and cleans me up. Dresses me. I don’t fight him. I let him take care of me.

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