Page 77 of Deal Breaker
He pushes hair from my face, cups my jaw in his hands, his gray eyes seeping into mine saying without words what we’re both feeling. This isn’t just sex—it’s so much more. This is really happening, and we are just so fucking lucky that we found each other again.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, my teeth nipping at the tip. “I’ve missed you so much.”
My heart cracks wide open in my chest. Just a few months ago I never would have imaginedwewere a possibility. Ford leans down and presses a slow kiss to my lips before resting his forehead against mine.
“I can’t lose you again,” he murmurs, voice breaking against my lips.
He pulls out then pushes back in, slow and steady, his size filling me up like he’s branding me from the inside out, every thrust a mark I’ll never forget. We both groan at the same time, my legs tighten around him, my back arches, and I feel like I’ve come home.
“Fuck, you feel good, June.”
He starts to move again. Long, deep thrusts that have me gasping, clutching at his thighs. His breath is hot against my neck as I beg him, “Harder.”
He drives into me with more force, our bodies finding that rhythm they always had. The slap of skin, the breathless cries, the way he pulls my mouth to his between moans—I can’t get enough.
“Goddamn, Landyn. You’re mine. You always were.”
He moans, clinging to me, while I meet every thrust like my body was made for him. I shudder from the blinding bliss when he finds that spot deep inside of me.
“Right there, baby?” he asks, voice gravel as he keeps thrusting into me.
“Yes, Ford. Don’t stop.”
He shifts, reaching under my thigh to hitch my leg higher, and the angle makes me cry out—sharper, louder. The pressure between us doubles, pleasure rolling through me like a slow, hot tide. It builds so fast I barely have time to catch it before I’m coming around him, my whole body shaking, breath caught, vision blurred.
He doesn’t stop. He holds me through it, kissing my cheek, my shoulder, whispering praise as I fall apart beneath him. Then he flips us, so I’m straddling him, breath still ragged. I blink down at him, my body still trembling. His hands are firm on my hips, but gentle, waiting for me.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low and wrecked.
I nod, my mouth curving into a small smile. “More than okay.”
“Then ride me,” he says, dark eyes locked on mine. “I want to watch you come again.”
The words send another tremor through me as I rise up on my knees and line up Ford’s beautiful cock with my entrance. I tease him at first, gliding the head of him through my folds, coating him with me, tapping his crown against my clit. Then I slowly sink down, an inch at a time. I start to move, slowly at first, rolling my hips, testing the way it feels to be in control, to have him at my mercy. His hands slide up my thighs, along my waist, thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts as I lift and lower myself over him.
It’s deep. Intimate. A kind of raw I didn’t know I had left in me.
“Fuck, Landyn,” he groans. “You’re killing me. You feel so good.You’re choking my dick, so greedy for me, baby. You’re so fucking wet and tight.”
I moan in response and my head falls back.
“Grab the headboard for me, baby. Be a good girl and hold on while I fuck you the way you deserve.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on the headboard as I grind down on him, harder now, needing more. His hands fall to my ass, guiding me, pushing me to take him deeper, rougher. His cock hits that perfect spot with each thrust, and I’m unravelling all over again, wrecked on the feel of him, lost in the high only he can give me.
When I come this time, it’s with his name on my lips and his body beneath mine, every muscle taut as he loses control too. He spills inside me with a groan that’s primal, guttural. His hands grip my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and I almost might because nothing’s ever felt like this.
“You’re ruining me.”
“No,” he rasps, pulling me into him, kissing the side of my throat. “I’m putting us back together.”
We collapse together, tangled in sheets and sweat and everything we still are. After a long minute, Ford rolls me onto my back and curls me into his chest, his fingers tracing lazy lines over my heart. He runs a hand down my back, over the curve of my hip, anchoring me to him. He shifts, hooking his leg over mine, and his voice is quiet when he finally speaks. “We’re still just as beautiful together.”
I brush a kiss to his shoulder.
“I never forgot how to love you, June. I just…didn’t think I’d ever get the chance again.
I don’t say anything, worried that if I do, what comes out may shatter this perfect moment. So instead, I just breathe. I can feel the weight of it pressing between us—what I stillhaven’t told him. I think he can feel it too, but he doesn’t push, just whispers, “Was that okay?”
