Page 74 of All Along The Watchtower

I rejoined her on the bed, stretching out over her until my forearms were braced on either side of her head. I took her mouth in another long, languid kiss until she sighed against me and softened. That surrender would never, ever get old. Because I knew she gave it to no one else. Her legs parted, one of them curving around my hips, guiding me between her thighs. She lifted her hips, fitting the length of my cock in the wetness of her seam and rocking there, stroking, stroking, until my eyes crossed.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, trailing kisses along my jaw. “But I know you’ll feel even better inside me.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” I’d taken her physical response as enthusiastic consent before. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Her fingers threaded in my hair as she stared up at me with eyes gone dark with arousal. “I’m sure I love you. And I want this.”

I love you.

I hadn’t expected the words back. Not yet. Not with everything we’d been through. They were a gift I hadn’t dared hope for, just like this chance with her. I wouldn’t waste it.

I eased inside her with excruciating slowness, fighting every instinct that screamed to plunge deep. Her body gripped me likea fist, hot and tight and perfect. My muscles trembled with the effort to hold back, to give her what she deserved.

Bree’s nails dug into my shoulders. “Ford…”

I captured her mouth, drinking in her gasps as I pressed deeper, deeper, until I was fully seated. We both groaned, and I had to concentrate on breathing, on not moving, letting her body accommodate my size.

Her hips shifted restlessly beneath me. “Please.”

That breathy plea nearly undid me. I withdrew almost completely before gliding back in with the same torturous control. Setting a slow, steady rhythm that had us both panting. Her body welcomed each thrust, growing wetter, hotter.

She wrapped both legs around my hips, trying to urge me faster. But I maintained the easy pace, wanting to draw out every moment. To memorize each gasp and shiver. The way her breath caught when I hit just the right spot. How her inner muscles fluttered around me as pleasure built between us.

“You feel incredible,” I murmured against her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. “So perfect.”

Her hands slid down my back, urging me on as our bodies moved together, each stroke driving us steadily higher toward release.

Bree’s skin was flushed and damp, her lips swollen from my kisses. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d dreamed of this moment for years. Imagined having her beneath me again countless times. But reality put every fantasy to shame.

“I love you,” I breathed against her throat, quickening my pace as her breathing grew more ragged. “Love you so much.”

Her nails raked down my back as she arched into me. “Ford.”

That breathy moan of my name nearly broke the last of my control. I’d spent years thinking I’d never hear it again. Never feel her wrapped around me, moving with me like we were made for each other.

“Let go for me, sweet girl.” I shifted my angle, hitting a spot that made her gasp. “I’ve got you.”

Her inner muscles fluttered around me. She was close. I slid a hand between us to circle her clit, wanting to watch her fall apart all over again. Wanting to feel her come around me.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come for me. I’ve got you.”

She shattered with a cry, her body spasming around mine in a rhythmic grip that had lightning coiling in my spine. “Love you. God, I love you.”

The words, the feel of her, dragged me over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life.

My hips jerked against hers as pleasure wracked my body, each pulse drawing another groan from deep in my chest. I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin as aftershocks rippled through us both.

When I could move again, I carefully withdrew and disposed of the condom. I came back to bed, gathering her close. She curled into me, head on my chest, fingers tracing idle patterns on my pecs.

“I meant it, you know.” Her voice was soft in the darkness.

“Meant what?”

“That I love you. Have since we were kids, really. Even when I was furious with you.” She pressed a kiss over my heart. “Maybe especially then.”

I tightened my arms around her. “I wish I’d figured my shit out sooner. Wish I hadn’t wasted so much time.”

“There’s the small matter of me being the world’s most stubborn bitch.”

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