“Come inside me. Fill me with you, Ford.”
He grunts, and I can feel his rhythm falter as he approaches his own peak.
The look of ecstasy on his face. The scent of our intimacy. The feel of his cock pulsing inside of me, his hands playing my body like the sweetest symphony. The thought of taking his cum inside me…
It’s an assault to my senses like no other that makes my pussy ripple around his hardness, but it’s when he pinches my clit hard between his thumb and index finger that I tumble right off the edge, reaching my pinnacle while I cry his name at the top of my lungs.
And he’s falling when I’m at my peak, a deep groan of completion rumbling from his sweat-slick chest.
I’ve barely recovered, my legs feeling entirely like Jell-O as Ford lowers them to the mattress before he leans over me. His cock is still throbbing within my core, shooting the rest of his climax deep inside me as he presses a heart-meltingly gentle kiss to my lips.
His eyes are hooded when he pulls back enough to pierce my soul with his oceanic gaze before familiar words ghost over my lips. “I just want you to know who I am…”
I can almost hear the strains of “Iris” as the edge of my mouth kinks upward, and I palm his cheek. “Who’s that then, Cowboy?”
“The man who will love you through eternity, Tink.”
A lump of emotion rises at the back of my throat, watching through glassy eyes as Ford lays himself bare. “Because a love like ours is as boundless as the universe herself. And she knew what she was doing when she brought you to me.”
FORD
My eyes lazily pass over Emmy’s sleeping face, absorbing every last drop of the sunlight she exudes, basking in the simple act of being close again after so much time apart.
We’ve spent the last twenty-four hours in a haze of lovemaking, barely stopping to hydrate and refuel, entirely focused only on each other. It’s been perfection, and I could happily live like this for the rest of my life.
Emmy’s lashes part slowly, a satisfied smirk lifting her lips as her eyes find mine when she turns to face me. “Morning, Cowboy.”
My chest aches in bittersweet ecstasy, resenting every morning we’ve spent apart even as I rejoice in the here and now.
“Good morning, baby.” I press a soft kiss to her lips before tugging the sheet up over our heads, cocooning us away even further from the world outside this room.
She watches me with wary eyes as I clasp her hands in mine, knowing we need to talk but hesitant to burst our bubble.
Rip off the band-aid, Holloway.
“I’m just going to come right out and say it, Emmy. I’ve been without you for the past five years, and I can’t return to living like that.” Her eyes light up, a smile spreading across her face, though it drops almost instantly when I continue. “No one needs to know. It’s our business?—”
“No!” She tugs her hands, attempting to extricate herself from my grip, but I hold her tighter.
“Emerson, see reason here. It’s career suicide to be linked to Jasper Holloway’s son. The prosecution found links to home invasions, murder, andhumantrafficking, for Christ’s sake.” She flinches, but her eyes don’t drop from mine, so I push harder. “There’s never going to be a time when the world won’t remember his crimes and the crimes of those around him, and that’s the way it should be, but you don’t have to pay the price for his crimes.”
“Neither doyou, Ford.”
Emmy’s voice is soft but firm, and it hits me square in the gut because, after all, it’s nothing I haven’t thought myself.
She leans closer until the tips of our noses are touching. “I deserve to make my own decisions. And I choose to love you in the light, where everyone can see. Anyone who has a problem with that can take a long walk off a short pier.”
The fierce determination in her eyes tells me she’s as serious as it gets, and the thought that she’d run the risk of losing it all in order to love me on her terms makes my chest swell with emotion. I can’t help myself from covering her mouth with mine in a hard kiss, our eyes never leaving each other until my cell ringing breaks the silence between us.
I grab it from the nightstand, knowing that only a handful of numbers can get past do-not-disturb mode, and I frown when I spot Faith’s name flashing on the screen.
Emmy’s worried eyes meet mine as I slide the answer button.
“Everything okay, Pest?”
“Is everything okay?Is everything okay?” Her voice rises on the repeated question as I stand silently, willing her to elaborate, which she does quickly. “When were you planning on telling us that you were Emerson Hart’sbodyguard?”
Emmy barely stifles a snort as I narrow my eyes. “I’m her personal security?—”
