Page 72 of Midnight Mooring

In the frenzy of our need, we found ourselves on my living room floor, pawing and ripping at each other’s clothes while lips and tongues searched for naked skin. Forde braced over me and I yanked his shirt up over his head. I threw it away as he unzipped my jeans and peeled them down my legs, but they got caught on my boots and Forde struggled to get the right one off.

“Leave it,” I huffed, shoving at my knickers, lifting my hips to free them. “Just get inside me.”

Forde’s gaze was so dark with need as it roamed over me in my half-dressed state. He yanked his wallet from his back pocket, his fingers trembling as he pulled out a condom. “Take off your top and bra.”

I did it hurriedly while he shoved his jeans and boxers down low enough to free his cock to don protection. My nipples tightened in the cool air and Forde fell over me, bracing a hand by my head while his other guided his thick erection between my legs. I could only widen my thighs so far because of my jeans and underwear. “Forde,” I begged as I felt him push into me.

He braced his other hand above my head now too as he pushed through my wet but tight inner muscles. “Fuck.” His nostrils flared as I gasped at the overwhelming pleasure burn that ignited between my thighs.

The inability to move my legs where I wanted them made me huff impatiently as my hands slid down his muscular back. As he thrust all the way in, the tension in me tightened deliciously. “Forde!”

“Cameron, Cameron,” he muttered my name over and over as he eased back out and then pumped back in. “Baby, baby … fuck, you feel so good.”

“Please, please …” My fingernails dug into his back as I tried to flex my hips against his. “Harder, harder.”

In answer, Forde took hold of my wrists and forced them above my head, his expression fierce as he pinned me down. “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” His words were guttural with desire.

They ignited a shot of electric sparks down my spine, my nipples pebbling into tight peaks, and I knew he felt the throb of my response around his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his head bowing into my neck as he held me down and began to thrust. There was nothing after that but the hot, fast, hard drive of him inside me. I tried to move my hips in shallow undulations to meet his, but my jeans constricted my movement.

I could only take it.

I could only take his fucking, and it was surprisingly erotic being held down by Forde.

That sensation, plus the thick drag of him pushing the coiling tension inside me to the breaking point and the sound of his grunts and groans, the smell and feel of him … it was too much. “Fuck, you need to come.” He huffed. “It’s been too long for me …”

Just like that, the tightening tension inside me shattered.

Lights flickered behind my eyes as my lower body clenched and unclenched, shuddering and shaking against his drives all the while sensation zinged through my limbs.

Forde’s head flashed up, his gaze wide and dazed as my inner muscles rippled and squeezed around him. “Cameron!” His hips flexed wildly against me as he chased his orgasm. He cried out my name again as it tore through him, his grip on my wrists tightening as I felt him swell inside me … and then pulse with release.

“Fuck.” He shuddered between my legs, his expression slackening with his climax. His hold on my wrists loosened as he bowed his head to the floor, his beard tickling my cheek as Forde held himself off me as he recovered.

Our labored breathing filled my living room.

My heart raced so hard as I stared up at the ceiling, picturing myself from above. Barely undressed with a half-naked Forde Dallas lying on top of me. Damp with sweat, limbs still shaky from release.

The sex hadn’t been romantic.

It had been dirty and frantic and feral.

Two weeks of living with each other and wanting to do this hadn’t lent itself to patience or romance.

And it was still the best sex of my life.

But the most important thing I didn’t feel as I lay beneath my best friend … was regret.

There was zero regret. And while I might feel a bit vulnerable with him … I was willing to push past it. Despite all the years that had passed, having the truth from him had given me a better perspective. And the thought of being with Forde didn’t fill me with fear anymore.

It excited me again.

Like it did when I was eighteen.

Okay, so I felt a tiny bit of fear, but I chose to believe that was normal after all these years of wanting and not having him. Therefore, I decided it all came down to the look on Forde Dallas’s face when he lifted his head to meet my gaze.

When I felt him tense, my heart skipped a beat, and I experienced a flip-flop of dread in my gut.