Page 72 of Always a Bridesmaid
He lowered his forehead to hers. “Better?”
“Much.” She flattened her palms to his chest and ran them down his abdomen. She traced the line of obliques with her fingertips and then hovered her hand over his bobbing shaft. “You?”
A grunt was her only answer.
“Sounds like I’d better get the soap again. I’d hate to miss any part of—”
Ford fell forward, palms braced on the wall on either side of her head, the line of his jaw razor tight. “Violet.” Her name was half command, half plea.
She closed the miniscule gap between her hand and his dick, gripping the base and squeezing as she stroked his hard length. A gruff curse escaped as he fell to his forearms, every muscle taut and vibrating with tension.
Violet stroked him again and again, basking in her power to control this big, tough country boy, if only for a little while.
“If you want this to be over”—he groaned—“keep doing that. But if you want me to grab a condom—”
His eyes rolled back in his head, his words an undecipherable gravelly jumble. The idea of watching him lose control while buried deep inside her made an ache form between her thighs.
One finger at a time, she released him. Then she kissed his jaw. The spot where it met his neck. “Get the condom.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
After a moment of rummaging around in what she assumed was the medicine cabinet, Ford returned with the requisite foil square.
The spray of water cooled a few degrees, signaling they’d almost used all the hot water.
And she could hardly wait to use up the guy in front of her as well.
…
Ford about dropped the condom as he reentered the shower. He’d spent the last several minutes staring at the naked creature in front of him, yet her beauty struck him again.
Yes, Violet was curvy and beautiful, and he could write a dozen poems about her exquisite dimpled ass. But it was more than that. The way she’d gone from mud-coated cutie to siren. How she’d meant to do a striptease but needed help.
And lathering him up…? The teasing had effectively driven him out of his mind, but he’d never experienced the tender, doting manner Violet had employed.
More than that, he loved that she didn’t hesitate to tell him she was frustrated, her enthusiasm—and how whenever he was with her, he experienced a soothing sensation that also managed to rev him up.
It made no sense.
Hell, half the timeshemade no sense.
Yet everything about here and now felt right in a way nothing else had.
Admittedly, a lot of his experience with women began with sex, and if that went well, they might attempt the relationship thing. Now he saw what he’d been missing, but he didn’t think it would’ve come along with anyone but Violet. There was just something about her.
“Oh. Do you need help, like I did with my bra?” Completely sincere, and she was already reaching for the wrapper.
A condom he could manage and then some, but who was he to refuse? He handed it over and watched as she struggled with the wrapper.
At long last, she ripped the gold foil with her teeth and proudly held up the condom.
Heated blood sang through his veins as she began to roll it on, and how could his restraint be so shaky already?
Ford covered her hand with his. “Full disclosure, I didn’t need help. But now I’d better do it, or this might be shorter than both of us want. I’d hate for you to tell me I got you all hot and bothered only to leave you frustrated again.”
“No one wants that,” she said, giving him a shy smile. Unbelievable how she could go from vixen to bashful and everything in between, and each was a win.
After securing the condom in place, he slanted his mouth over hers, savoring the way her entire body responded. Melting and tugging and stroking her tongue over his until he couldn’t tell her breaths from his.
