Ford tucked his hands under my knees and gave a quick tug, sending me falling back onto the bed with my center on full display for him. He groaned as he dragged his nose along my inner thigh, stopping and pressing a kiss to the small triangle of hair at the apex of my legs. “You smell like heaven.”

I shivered in response, and Ford’s hold on my legs tightened. “I need to taste you.”

“I need you inside of me,” I argued. I wanted to experience it all with Ford. Explore every last inch of his body. But right now, I needed to feel him moving in me, with me, more than anything. “Please.” I didn’t even care that I was begging.

Ford pushed to his feet. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

I grinned, but it stalled as I took him in, standing before me, looking so devastatingly handsome. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been checked.”

That blue flame was back. “I’m clean. I had a doctor’s appointment right before I left LA.” He trailed a single finger along my center, teasing.

I whimpered. “Please.”

Ford leaned over me, hovering, toying with me. “I love it when you beg. One of these days, when my patience is stronger, I’m going to see just how long I can draw out that first orgasm. How loudly I can make you plead for it.”

I hooked my legs around Ford’s waist, my heels digging into those divots of muscle right above his ass. “But not tonight.”

A muscle in Ford’s jaw tensed. “Not tonight.” His tip bumped my opening, and his gaze locked with mine. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” I had never been more sure of anything in my whole life. I didn’t care if losing myself in Ford meant that the world around us burned. I needed him, needed this, needed to let myself be free to fall.

He entered me in one long, smooth glide. I couldn’t hold back my moan. I’d never had sex without a condom, and it seemed perfectly fitting that Ford would be my first. I didn’t want anything between us, nothing that would inhibit a single sensation.

Ford let out a muttered curse. “So perfect. How do you feel so perfect? Like you were made for me.”

I reached up, my hand cupping his stubbled cheek. Ford swept his lips against mine and then deepened the kiss as he truly started to move. With each thrust and stroke, the heat low in my belly built.

I gripped Ford’s shoulders, fingers digging into flesh as my hips rose up to greet each movement. The angle of his thrusts changed, and I gasped as something deep inside me tightened, an invisible cord drawing tighter.