Page 47 of Eligible Best Friend

He tilts his head down and I lift my face to his. His kiss is tender at first, then more demanding, turning to all-consuming. Heat licks through me that has nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the man beside me.

We do work well together, but after our talk, I suspect we don’t want the same things at this point in life. Yet when his lips are on mine, I can’t bring myself to care.

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Ford

She’s heaven in my arms. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of nowhere, sitting in the dirt with tall grasses surrounding us. I also don’t care about the giant red flag she threw up during our talk, one my mind is busy blocking behind a wall of rampant lust.

We had sex all night long and another quickie this morning. Yet the aching erection straining against my jeans makes me feel like I haven’t been with a woman in years.

I draw her across me until she’s straddling my lap, her knees spread wide until I’m snug against the part I want most, though it’s hidden behind two too many layers of clothing.

Delving my tongue into her mouth, I grip her hips and rock into her. My butt hits the edge of the fence post and I shift us so I can lean back while she rides me, fully clothed. She whimpers and wiggles her ass. If my eyes were open, they’d roll back in my head. I need to hear more.

The urge to drive her crazy hounds me. I don’t know why I need it so much. It’s not my out-of-control desire and need to have her now. It’s more. A confirmation that she’s here with me and that maybe I’m not being foolish in wanting her to settle. She has the whole world in front of her and I want her to settle here, with me.

I didn’t get that confirmation.

But I can’t stop. She’s in my arms, and for now, that’s enough. I rip my mouth off her lips and plaster hot kisses down her neck. We’re out in the open. This path isn’t public, but I won’t risk exposing her to any unsuspecting eyes. Doesn’t mean I’m ready to douse this fire that’s started.

Wedging my hand between us, I find her zipper. I wasn’t doing the digging, so I’m free to use my clean hands for the dirtiest activities.

“Ford.”

“Just this, Lia.” Extreme delight slides through me when I discover her pants are elastic. Yesss. “I have my treasure right here and I want to play with it.”

“Oh God,” she groans. “You’re naughty.”

With that simple statement, I know she’s never done anything like this under the summer sun.

My fingers find her drenched center. I growl and nip her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She circles her hips, anxious for release. I take a quick peek down each side of the trail. Assured we’re alone, I slow down and slide my finger back and forth between her labia, teasing her clit with each stroke.

“Ford, what the hell are you doing?” She grinds down on me, yearning for more.

“Just enjoy it. We don’t have to rush. No one’s coming.” Lia’s a good girl. Doing it in public is scandalous, but she wants this. I can give it to her without the risk. Even if there’s a Peeping Tom with binoculars, he won’t see more than us making out.

She briefly pouts, but it turns into a moan as I circle her swollen nub. I string out her pleasure, male satisfaction tightening my gut. I’m the expert on her body. No one else.

She’s rocking, straining, trying to get off and I won’t let her. The longer the wait, the bigger the release. She needs me to finish and my inner caveman wants to claim her so hard that she can’t think of doing this with anyone else. To claim her so hard she’ll never leave.

Her gasps are getting shorter and her legs quiver. At last, I thrust two fingers inside and slide my thumb over her clit.

A shout escapes her as she goes rigid. She throws her head back, the sun making her hair gleam until it looks like I have an angel in my arms.

“Oh my God, Ford!” Her shout is carried away by the wind. Fingers dig into my shoulders and I ease the hold of my other arm as she arches back, wet heat flooding my hand.

When she sags, I withdraw my hand and gather her against me. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m jelly,” she groans into the crook of my neck. “How am I going to hike back after that?”

“I’ll carry you,” I murmur against her hair.

“You would try, too.”

“Do you doubt me?” Watching her fall apart in my arms has left me with a metric ton of lust to burn off.

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