straightened, she tugged impatiently at the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head.
She paused momentarily, her mouth going a little dry as her eyes took in the sleek planes of his toned, broad chest and abs, the strong, corded muscles in his arms, and the light trail of dark hair that disappeared into his jeans.
She was so going to sex this man up.
He pushed her skirt up around her waist, spread her legs, and stepped between them. After tugging her shirt over her head, he made quick work of her bra, and his eyes darkened as he peered down at her.
She went back on her elbows invitingly, feeling an almost painful ache between her legs when he plumped one of her breasts in his hand and leaned forward to suck the tip into his mouth. She threw her head back, giving into the delicious sensations washing over her as he swirled his tongue over the tight bud. He pinched her other nipple and she gasped, a shiver of desire shooting down to her toes, and then he switched to that breast and soothed the aching nipple with his mouth.
Balancing on one elbow, she threaded her fingers through his thick, silky dark hair. “Ford . . . now.”
His mouth still on her breast, he yanked open the button on his jeans and unzipped his fly. Then he straightened up and grabbed a condom from the wallet in his back pocket.
She watched as he shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs. His eyes holding hers, he gripped his thick, impressive cock and slowly stroked it.
And here she’d thought her mouth had gone dry before.
His jaw clenched. “Baby, when you look at me that way . . . ” Instead of finishing the sentence, he ripped open the condom and rolled it on. Planting one hand against the table on each side of her, he settled between her legs, nudged her open, and slowly entered her, inch by inch.
Her nails scraped against the wood table as she moaned, feeling incredibly, exquisitely filled. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move, slowly at first, letting her get used to him. Then he began to take her harder, the table creaking rhythmically as he pounded in and out of her.
“You feel so fucking incredible,” he rasped.
“Yes. Just like that.” She closed her eyes, letting go for the first time in what felt like forever, forgetting all about the break-in, and her panic issues, and everything else, and focusing only on the pleasure of the moment, the strong, cocky, annoying, gorgeous man who was driving her wild as his fantastic cock thrust in and out of her, so goddamn skillfully and rough and hard and perfect that she could scream.
He slowed his pace just as she started the climb to her orgasm.
No.
“Open your eyes, Victoria,” he said in a guttural voice. “Look at me.”
She did, and saw his blue eyes blazing heatedly down into hers.
He moved in slow, smooth, dominant strokes, holding her right at the edge.
“Ford.” She tightened her legs around his waist, trying to get the friction she needed.
He skimmed a hand possessively up her stomach and between her breasts. “You should see how beautiful you look right now.” He leaned forward, and shifted the angle of his hips. “Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”
She dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out as she came. His swore under his breath and grabbed her legs, pinning her against the table as his hips flexed and he pounded into her, faster and harder, until he groaned, all the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining beautifully tight as he shuddered and slowly came to a stop and finally collapsed on top of her.
Neither of them said anything for several moments as they caught their breath.
“I think I might actually be bleeding,” he finally said against her breasts.
She laughed—oops—as he pushed up and looked over his shoulder. There were indeed several red scratches from her nails, but no blood.
She smiled cheekily. “Well, you did say that you wanted to feel it.”
When he grinned down at her, looking all flushed and tousled and adorably sexy, she felt a fluttering in her stomach.
“That’s not a game you want to play right before I carry you into my bedroom for round two, Ms. Slade.”
Liquid heat spread low across her stomach. “I didn’t say there would be a round two.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, his voice husky and wicked.