Page 71 of Always a Bridesmaid
But as she bypassed features she’d always considered flaws and concentrated on the way they fit together, she did feel sexy. Desire left her skin flushed and dewy, and Ford’s massive body and the large hand splayed on her abdomen made her feel tiny.
His other hand came up to fondle her breast as the one on her stomach drifted downward. He dipped a couple of fingertips into the waistband of her simple cotton panties, and she melted into his embrace.
It’d been so long since she’d been touched. Her knees threatened to give out as his fingertips moved lower.
And lower.
She curled her hand around the nape of Ford’s neck, using it as an anchor and arching against his chiseled torso. Electricity jolted her core as the tip of his index finger found the bundle of nerves pulsing to life, the live-wire reaction a spectacular mix of frenzy and ecstasy.
The mirror steamed over, blurring the two nude figures writhing against each other.
Ford kissed her temple and maneuvered her toward the shower. “I think it’s time to get underneath the warm water.”
“Sure, yep, whatever,” Violet said on a breath as he jerked her panties down and off. She was far too desperate for more of Ford’s touch to concern herself over where it happened.
The when, though—that needed to benow.
Water sluiced over Violet as she stepped into the shower, heating her skin to the same blazing temperature as the rest of her.
Ford shed his boxer briefs and climbed in after her. She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up. When he held out his palm, she knocked it aside. “I’d better help. You’re adept at getting filthy, but I’m not sure you’re experienced enough in good clean fun.”
The crooked smile appeared. “Do your worst, gorgeous. Or should I say do your best?”
Foamy bubbles clung to his dark chest hair as she rubbed the bar over his body. She tipped onto her toes, both of them letting out throaty noises as their skin slipped together.
Focusing on getting the mud off instead of the way his shoulders rounded and his pec muscles twitched…Where was I again?
Labored breaths echoed around them as she scrubbed his abdomen, ensuring every dip and groove was covered.
For a moment she watched in awe, mesmerized as the stream sent water down his body, his massive thighs. His arousal.
She teased him with the bar, circling his dick but never quite touching. A growl came out as her pinkie skimmed the impressive length of his shaft. Needless to say, the overcompensating question had been cleared up and then some.
Violet’s throat went dry. This guy? She was going to have sex withhim? What even was her life right now?
Callused fingers brushed damp strands of hair off her face. “How you doin’?”
“A bit frustrated, if I’m being honest. Some guy got me all turned on, and then he just stopped.”
“Inexcusable.”
Violet set the soap aside. “Right?”
“Some girl did the same thing to me,” he said, and his husky voice cranked her desire up to the irrepressible range. “But you’re in luck. I have just the thing to help us both.”
Ford wrapped his hand around the base of his arousal and walked forward until the head of his penis hit the apex between her thighs. He rubbed it over her slick, ready center, the friction sending frissons of pleasure down her legs and up her core.
A carnal expression overtook Ford’s features before he crashed his mouth to hers. The kiss was beautifully brutal, teeth and lips and a lashing tongue.
Another step had her pinned against the shower wall, his erection pressing into her stomach. Ford reached between them and renewed the circling of his fingertips, delving and stroking until she whimpered, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Every muscle in her body clenched, and she gripped onto Ford’s biceps so she could lose herself to the euphoric sensations rendering her legs useless.
Another stroke and she shattered apart, his name spilling from her lips.
The world spun, water and tile walls and an exquisite specimen of a man flickering in and out of her vision. She might’ve even blacked out for a second or two.
But when she opened her eyes, Ford was watching her. The amount of satisfaction in his features suggested it was as good for him as it was for her, although that couldn’t be true. Clearly he’d derived pleasure from hers, though, and that left her unbalanced in the best sort of way.
