Page 60 of Hula Girl

I bite my lip at that and he makes a noise that’s part moan and part growl before reaching out and picking me up with his hands around my butt. I take in a sharp breath.

“I got you,” he says and I believe him. His strength and confidence are on display as he easily takes me to the vanity countertop where he places me.

When he kisses me, he makes me feel like he can’t get enough of me. His tongue is firm and insistent in my mouth, and I wrap my arms around him to pull him closer, feeling the same sense of insatiable need that he does.

Dropping his hands to my breasts, he squeezes me gently before playing his thumbs over my hardened nipples. It’s a tease at first but quickly turns more desperate as he pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers, making me moan into his mouth.

He breaks from our kiss so he can trail his lips and tongue down my neck and to my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. I wrap my legs around him as he swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud. When he uses his teeth to nibble, I feel an electric shock run straight down to my core. I’m on fire, so needy for him.

“Ford,” I whisper, my voice hitching.

Looking up with his mouth still doing wicked things to me, I start to speak. To beg him to take me to the next level. But I can’t get a word out. I’m caught in this state of ecstasy, on the verge of orgasm but wanting this to go on and on.

I don’t have to say anything, it turns out, because, though he keeps toying with my breast, he also unbuttons his shirt and dress pants. It’s only then that he pulls away so that he can toss his shirt aside and pull his undershirt over his head while stepping out of his trousers.

His chest is tan and so defined by muscles that he should be a sculptor’s model. I run my hand over each definition as he fists his cock.

“Do you—I don’t have anything,” he says.

It takes me a split second to understand what he means. “Oh. Yes, in the bottom drawer, right here.” I kick my heel against the vanity.

In record time, he locates the box of condoms stashed at the back of the drawer and rolls one on.

Leaning back slightly on my hands, I open my legs wider for him. His eyes go hooded with escalated desire.

“I don’t know whether I want to eat you or fuck you,” he says.

“I want both. But if I have to choose,” I say coyly, “I need you to fuck me right now like your life depends on it.”

And that’s exactly what he does. He slides his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, just as he’s done before. But this time, he grabs a handful and pulls my head back so he can suck on the tender skin at the hollow my neck. At the same time, he plunges deep inside me. The vanity is the perfect height for him and I wrap my legs tightly around his hips as he fucks with the kind of intensity that has been built up by our separation. It’s the kind of animalistic sex that will leave me sore. And god, is it good.

It doesn’t take me long to break, coming with waves that I ride over and over. He slows his thrusts and caresses my cheek. There’s sweetness in his face now, the sex god in him having taken a step back as he examines me.

“Just getting started, honey,” he says. “Hang on.”

I laugh when I realize he meant that literally because he picks me up from the countertop and walks us to my bed while I cover his face in kisses. I want so much of him. I want him to take me with the same kind of passion we just shared all night long. I want more orgasms and to give him as many as he can handle. I wanthim.

Before I can show him that kind of desire, he lays me down and then quickly flips me over, taking me from behind while I’m pressed face-down against my bed. He gets close to his own breaking point before pulling back and flipping me over again so he can tease his tongue over my clit until I’m coming so hard that I’m pulling his hair. With incredible stamina, he then pulls my legs over his shoulders as he pushes so deep inside me that we’re both moaning from the exquisite pleasure of it. Finally, he pulls me into his arms and holding me close against his spent body while kissing my temple over and over.

I’m drifting in this lovely aftermath when he speaks and pulls me from sleep.

“Do you have to go to work tomorrow?”

“What? Uh, yeah,” I reply. I slip my arm around his naked hip so I can snuggle closer to him.

“Maybe you can take a half day? It’d be good for us to, you know, work on getting to know each other.”

I look up at him but he’s got a far-off expression on his face, even as he’s repetitively stroking my hair.

I mentally check my calendar. I know my day is full of meetings, some more flexible than others. “I can try. Off by two o’clock at the latest.”

“That’d be perfect.”

23

Ava

Isleep so hard that when my alarm goes off at the usual time of five-fifteen in the morning, I have no idea what is making such a horrible racket. Once I come to my senses, I turn it off and lie on my back. After a moment I turn toward Ford but he’s not there.

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