Page 73 of Always a Bridesmaid
Ford pushed inside her, swallowing her gasp, andholy shitshe felt good.
Ever so slowly, he pumped his hips. He guided her back against the wall so he could get better leverage. Then he thrust inside her again and again, gathering speed and depth while clinging to his self-control. It’d been a long time, and she fit him so perfectly, and he had to stop dwelling on that or he’d do the opposite of what he was going for.
“Not quite the right angle,” she muttered, so he gripped her knee and hooked it up and over his hip.
In addition to the resulting keening noise, the move opened her up to him, allowing him to thrust deeper. They both moaned as they found the ideal rhythm. Their rapid breaths mingled with the water pouring over their bodies, taking him higher and higher as she clenched tighter around him.
“Ford. I’m about to—”
“Go ahead and let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Her eyes locked on to his, and then her walls were sucking him harder as her orgasm rocketed through her body. He eked out every last drop of her pleasure, and then he followed her over the edge with a roar.
Seconds passed or maybe an eternity, but eventually he forced his jelly limbs into motion. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around Violet, and then reached for his own.
For a handful of seconds, they just grinned at each other, as if congratulating themselves on having such a phenomenal time.
“If you follow me,” Ford said, “I can lend you some of my clothes. Then I’ll get to work on that dinner I promised.”
“You were serious about that? I sorta thought it was a line.”
“One thing you should know about me: I never joke about food.” He skimmed his fingertips down her silky-smooth arm and laced his fingers with hers. He might be the obsessed one now, because he couldn’t get enough of touching her and staring at her and he’d done gone and lost his head.
They managed to make it to his bedroom before the dogs could catch them, but as they dressed, the puppies pawed and whimpered at the door.
Once the drawstring on his shorts was secured, Ford checked on Violet. He’d given her a pair of boxers she’d had to roll to get to stay in place, but thanks to the fact that his large T-shirt hit her thighs, he couldn’t even see the boxers.
The collar slipped off her shoulder, and she pulled it up, only for the other side to fall.
“You look perfect,” he said.
She bit her kiss-reddened lower lip. “Thank you.”
He leaned in and sniffed her neck. “You smell nice, too.”
“I smell like you.”
“Like I said: you smell nice.”
Violet shook her head and headed for the door. “Cocky bastard. I can’t believe I slept with you.”
Honestly, he could hardly believe it, either.
Ford led her to the couch, and the dogs barraged her with sloppy kisses. “I’ve seen what you do to kitchens,” he said, “so you make yourself at home while I go start dinner.”
Thanks to his lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged the pillow she launched at his head.
Sothat’swhy Lexi brought them over to “spruce up the place.”
He’d thought she’d been implying his decor was lacking, but he bet his buddy’s wife had planned to toss them at him during planning sessions.
Sessions that’d become more fun as of late, on account of the woman reclining on his couch, her bare legs stretched across the cushions. Trouble snuggled up on her lap, and Violet idly ran her fingers through his hair, leaving Ford a pinch jealous of a puppy.
Shit. Speaking of…“I meant to warn you earlier not to get too attached.”
Her mouth dropped, hurt streaking across her features as tension crept into her neck and shoulders. “Oh. I’m not making assumptions just because we had sex. I realize that—”
“I meant to the puppies,” Ford quickly said, kicking himself for not realizing how it’d sound. Not only was he rusty in the relationship department, he’d never been the best at communicating in the first place.
