Page 43 of Escorting the Bodyguard
I spread my legs for him, still sensitive but greedy for more. He fits his hips between mine, the blunt head of his cock brushing against my entrance, and we both freeze.
His eyes find mine. The world stills.
“This okay?” he asks, voice hoarse.
I nod. “I want you. All of you.”
He sinks in slow, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. The delicious stretch makes me gasp. The feeling of him filling me so completely, the way he holds still to let me adjust—it’s overwhelming in the best way.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he grits out. “So fucking tight.”
He starts to move. Long, deep strokes that make me clench around him. Every thrust is controlled, reverent. His body moves like a man who’s not in a hurry, who wants this to last.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him closer, so we’re chest to chest, breath mingling.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
“More than okay.”
He groans when I squeeze around him. “Fuck—don’t do that unless you want me to lose it.”
“Maybe I do.”
His hand slides under my thigh, hitching my leg up so he can drive deeper. The new angle has me gasping, clinging to him.
“I’ve got you,” he says into my hair. “I’m here.”
Every thrust after that is slower. Harder. Deeper. Like he’s driving the truth of those words into me.
When Ford’s eyes lock with mine, gray and intense and full of wonder, something breaks open in my chest.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words spilling out like they’ve been locked behind a dam. I’ve been holding them back since he said them to me, afraid to be that vulnerable, afraid to hand him that much power over my heart. But now, with him moving inside me, looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, I can’t hold back anymore.
His breath catches, and for a moment he goes still. “Say it again,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion.
“I love you, Ford.” The words come easier the second time, like my heart is finally remembering how to speak its truth. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
When he kisses me this time, I taste salt and realize one of us is crying. Maybe both of us.
“I love you too,” he breathes against my lips. “God, Gemma, I love you so much.”
His words unlock something inside me, and I clench around him, body tightening like a fist.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice guttural, hips stuttering as I pull him deeper. “Gemma, baby, come for me.”
It doesn’t take much. Not with the way he feels, the way he sounds, the way his eyes stay locked on mine like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
My orgasm rolls through me, hot and sharp and impossibly deep. I cry out his name as I come, thighs trembling, nails digging into his back.
Ford’s control snaps.
He surges into me with one last thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he follows me over the edge. His mouth finds mine as he groans through it, cock pulsing inside me, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
He stays pressed against me, heart pounding, breath ragged, his body heavy and warm and everything I never knew I needed.
Neither of us moves for a long moment.
Then he shifts just enough to wrap his arms around me, tucking my head beneath his chin. We lie there in the lamplight, quiet but not distant. Present in a way we never were before.
