Page 58 of Final Proposal

Fucking hell, yes, I will.

I begin to move, in soft, slow thrusts so I can pay attention to her every nerve. My hands grip the flesh on her hips as my eyes flicker between the pleasure blanketing her face and the indescribable turn-on of watching myself push into her and then slide all the way back out.

She feels . . . incredible. Like I want to go fast but am trying my hardest to go slow so that I can make this pleasure last. So that I can bring her with me to the edge.

“Ford. Yes,” she whispers as her hands grip the sheets beside her, prompting me to pick up the pace some.

To bring my thumb to the top of her slit and add friction to her clit. Her gasp and panted breaths are all I need to know that I’m giving her what she needs while I take what I want.

I fuck harder and hold tighter to her hips as desperation takes over. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies connecting. The slick withdrawal and push back into her. Our labored breaths.

Over and over.

In and out.

Yes. Now. Harder. Right there. Oh my God.

I squeeze my eyes shut to hold myself back, to wait my turn, but it’s a fucking brutal struggle as I work her clit, faster, harder.

Her legs tense and her back bows seconds before her cry echoes around the walls of the room.

Her pussy tightens like a vise around me and fuck, I’m a goner. An absolute, fucking goner.

“Elle,” I say when by the look on her—eyes closed, mouth lax, nipples hardened—I know she can’t hear me. She’s swamped in her own pleasure. “Elle.” I draw the word out as every part of me that aches and burns in the best of ways ignites from my lower belly to my cock to my balls.

I jerk my hips, consciousness fading, as I absorb wave after wave of absolute bliss that burns white-hot as it courses through me.

Over and over.

Just like the pulsing of her muscles around me.

I drag a hand down the center of her chest and the goosebumps that chase over her skin.

Christ. This woman.

I knew she’d be incredible, that sex with her would be incredible, I just didn’t know that the minute I had her, I was going to want her again.

I think this might be a problem.

But fuck if it’s not one I’m willing to overcome by fucking her again and again.

Ellery

What just happened?

I mean, I know what happened, but . . . holy shit what now?

A slow smile crawls over my lips as I stare at the ice cream bar I’m holding, knowing damn well that the satisfaction I once found in it has been replaced with a new craving. A new desire I want to enjoy in the darkness and keep to myself.

I close my eyes and smile, wanting to relive every delicious moment we just had together. And make no bones about it, it was incredible in every sense of the word.

But what now?

How do we go forward, be partners, when we just threw something neither of us expected into the mix?

I shift in my chair in the small alcove we’ve designated as a kitchen. It’s nothing special—a table, a few chairs, a refrigerator—but it has a killer view of the beach, even now when I’m sitting in the dark.

“Having regrets already?” The deep tenor of his voice rumbles through the room, followed by the scent of soap from the shower he just had.