Page 93 of Always a Bridesmaid
Now his ankles were the ones bound in denim. He guided her backward, over to the blanket. They went down in a tangle of limbs, and he crashed his mouth to hers. Using his toes, he pushed at the fabric restraining his legs.
The shift pressed his throbbing erection up against her center, and her cry of pleasure matched his growl as the friction from trying to free himself drove them both higher.
At long last, he was free, and not a second too soon. He could feel her damp heat through her underwear, and being out in the woods with patchy-at-best cover ended up being even hotter than he’d imagined.
As Violet shimmied out of her panties, his fingers groped the backpack in search of a condom.
Ford held it up like a trophy.
“Hurry,” Violet said, tugging down his boxer briefs. “I need you inside of meright. Now.”
“Your wish is my command.” He rolled on the condom and poised himself at her entrance. He dragged his swollen head over her slick flesh, teasing her and testing his willpower.
“Ford,” she whimpered.
“What?” he asked innocently.
With a snarl of frustration, she raised her hips to meet his, and he lost the ability to speak. In fact, he wasn’t sure his arms were going to be able to hold him up anymore.
Fortunately, Violet took care of that, hooking her ankles around his waist and then yanking him down so that his body covered hers, shoulder to thigh.
After a quick second to center himself, he took control. He twined his fingers through hers and brought her hands up above her head so he could revel in every inch of naked skin.
Then he plunged into her, hard and deep. His lips covered hers, swallowing her gasps as he thrust over and over.
Sweat slicked their skin, and Ford reached between them and sought the bundle of nerves that would make her squirm with pleasure.
The instant he found it, her walls sucked him deeper. He circled faster and faster, the ecstasy overtaking her features echoing through him.
Her eyes locked onto his and then went hazy as her orgasm took her.
Not only was it the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen, a sensation he didn’t quite recognize washed through him, laying waste to every thought besides this woman and this moment.
The final thread on his control snapped, and his own release rocketed through him. He fell to the side of Violet and drew her against his chest, breathing in and out against her skin.
And as he held on to her, he had the thought that he never, ever wanted to let go.
Chapter Twenty-One
Once she’d caught her breath, Violet ran a finger down the slope of Ford’s nose and tapped the center of his mouth.
He kissed her fingertip, eliciting more goose bumps than the cool air.
“Cold?” he asked, cocooning her in his arms and shifting so he could pull the blanket up and over them. With the heat of his body soaking into hers, she didn’t bother mentioning he’d been the main reason for the shiver.
While she’d been harsh on herself for those twenty pounds she never managed to lose, the way Ford worshiped her body made her grateful for every extra inch. Add in the passion that’d swum in his eyes as he did so, and it was easier to be kind to herself. Whenever she was with him, she felt beautiful and sexy and—best of all—desired.
Sure, it was something she should’ve been capable of herself, but after the number Benjamin had done to her self-esteem, the boost was much appreciated.
A soft glow caught her eye, a fleck of yellow between dark pine needles. Another spark and another. “Lightning bugs,” she whispered as the insects lit up the dark, adding an enchanted-forest effect.
Her skin hummed as Ford’s soft lips and scruff skimmed the line of her shoulder. “Yeah, I asked them to put on a show just for you.”
“Oh, did you now?”
A grin spread across his face as he nodded, all false innocence and mischief.
“Well, it’s insanely romantic.”
