Right now, though, I was too moved—too in love—to deny what I was feeling.
“Ever since you rescued me seven years ago, I’ve been in love with you,” I confessed.
Cupping my face, he drew me in for a kiss, so long and hard it took my breath away.
“I know,” he said. “Or I thought I knew. I guess I didn’t want things to change between us, and now…there’s just so much I wish I would have done differently. God, I was an idiot.”
I had to grin. “I would agree with that.”
He sank onto the bed, taking me with him. His hands held mine tightly as if he was afraid to let me go. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on with them?”
Shaking my head, I said, “I didn’t want to drive a wedge between you and your parents. I thought I could handle it. And I didn’t think it mattered one way or the other.”
It was the truth, even if it wasn’t the whole truth. But I could tell Ford all about the Bratva later. We’d have plenty of time for the hard conversations now that he had committed himself to me. To us.
“It matters,” Ford said, and then he was kissing me again like he never wanted to stop. My lips, my cheeks, my forehead, my throat. “I love you, Emzee.”
“I love you too,” I said.
He pulled me into his arms and we fell back onto the bed together, kissing and holding each other. We would probably be late for the fundraiser, but I didn’t care.
As our kiss deepened, Ford helped me wiggle out of my clothes. When I was finally naked and stretched out on the bed, he stepped back to strip down and I watched him appreciatively, enjoying every inch of his gorgeous body. I didn’t think I would ever get over the joy of knowing that he was mine. That he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
By the time he was on top of me again, I was dripping wet. He let out a groan when he realized how ready I was for him.
“You feel so good on my hand,” he whispered, fingering me as I grabbed his cock.
“I’m going to feel even better when you’re inside me,” I told him, nudging his hand aside and tugging his hard length down between my open legs.
He plunged inside easily, with one smooth, gliding motion, and I gasped as he stretched me wide, dipping his head down to take my nipple into his mouth. Using his tongue and his teeth, he teased me as his dick began pumping deeper and deeper. I was on fire for him. Every thrust felt deliciously perfect, the friction sending hot bolts of pleasure through both of us.
We were fucking desperately, hungrily, grinding hard against each other as we found our rhythm. I wanted him to fill me up completely.
“More,” I murmured. “I want more.”
He groaned as I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside.
“I can’t—I’m going to come too fast,” Ford warned.
“I want you to,” I told him.
Our eyes met, and he increased the pace, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps.
“Come with me,” Ford said.
“Yes.”
I started moaning softly, and Ford covered my mouth with his. He pulled back to look me in the eyes again, and our connection was so hot and so intense that I felt tears welling up. I was overwhelmed by love and grateful we were together.
“I love you,” I said.
“I loveyou,” he said, kissing me again, his tongue matching the thrusts of his cock stroke for stroke. Faster and faster he pumped, and I slid my hands down to grip his firm ass, trying to drive him even deeper inside me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes and letting the sensations overwhelm me.
Suddenly the rippling wave of my orgasm started to spill over, and I could feel the moment it started happening, bursts of pleasure twisting inside me, unstoppable now, my pussy clenching around him.
“Ford,” I panted, blinking back tears.
