“You’re not wearing panties.”
“They seemed to slow things down,” she said as she kissed her way down his neck, her hands busy with the button on his jeans. “This seemed smarter.”
“You have the sexiest brain in the world.” Hell, everything about her was sexy—the dip of her waist, the needy moan she let out when he glided his fingers inside her already wet pussy, the feel of her clenching around his fingers. “Jesus, Gina. You feel so damn good.”
He loved seeing her like this, so wanton and free of all the baggage that she carried around all the time. It made him want to push her, give her everything, let her have more than she thought she could take, just so she could have it all. In and out, he moved his fingers inside her, rubbing and stroking the soft swollen lips as she stood there, legs spread, head back, taking it all.
She worked the button of his jeans free and slid her hand inside, curling her fingers around his hard cock. “I need you inside me.”
“What, you’re not going to come for me first?” He pushed a third finger inside her, twisting and turning them together. “I want to feel you come. Show me how you’d take my cock.”
“Ford.” His name came out like such a sweet plea.
Right behind her moan came the sound of Marino’s customers—his fellow officers—passing by the walkway. Gina must have heard them, too, because her hips faltered.
“Oh no.” He plunged his fingers deeper, added the pressure of his thumb to her clit, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves there. “You don’t get to stop. You just have to be quiet. Can you do that?”
…
Gina was going to lose her mind with Ford’s fingers inside her and a bar full of cops on the other side of the brick wall she was leaning against. The voices from people walking by still echoed in her head, and for half a second a dark memory from her past tried to push to the front. A public place. A man she couldn’t get enough of. Losing herself to the moment. The crushing weight of mortification afterward that knocked something loose forever. That recollection tried to take hold, but she shoved it away. This wasn’t then. She could trust Ford. He’d never lie to her like that.
He must have sensed her hesitation, because he stopped that wonderful thing he was doing with his fingers. “Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Gina, look at me,” he said. “I need to know you’re okay with this.”
Okay with it? That didn’t begin to describe it. She wanted Ford more than she’d ever wanted anyone and she needed him right now. She lifted her head, never more sure of anything.
“I don’t want your fingers.” Her hands went to his jeans again, taking down the zipper with a ruthless efficiency born of desperate need. “I want you.”
Something crackled and sizzled in the air around them as he stared at her, lust swirling in his green eyes. Then everything happened almost at once. His fingers were gone from her wet folds. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom, rolling it on before she’d had a chance to process that he’d ripped the foil package open. Then his hands were on her hips and he spun her around so she faced the wall.
The thrill of anticipation zinged through her as she pressed her palms to the cool brick and spread her legs wide.
“I can’t do slow and easy right now, Gina.” He flipped her skirt up and exhaled a hiss of appreciation as his palm caressed her bare ass. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. Are you ready for that?”
She had a response ready, a good one, but before she could say it, she looked over her shoulder at Ford and everything in her brain scattered. He stood there, his T-shirt rumpled, his jeans shoved down to mid-thigh, and his hand wrapped around his cock as he looked at her with an intensity that made this feel more like a claiming than fucking. Her core clenched in response, and she arched her back in invitation.
It was one he didn’t turn down. He lined his cock up with her wet, swollen entrance and plunged inside her, so deep she felt him everywhere.
“You are so tight,” he said, his voice raw with need, as he withdrew and thrust forward. “I can’t get enough of this. I can’t get enough of you.”