Now and Then by Mira Lyn Kelly Page B

irrevocably tangled together, she’d always been a little off balance.
    She knew what it was to fall, how much it hurt, but—
    Another deep kiss in the place where she was slick with need and desire for him, and her head fell back against the door.
    The sweet stroke of his tongue was so good. So decadent. So crazy intense when he gave her the point, circling it around and then using it to thrust inside. He was making love to her with his mouth. Making everything inside of her coil and tighten with each wet velvet stroke. Making her breathless with his kiss until she was clutching at his hair, rocking into his mouth, and—
    “Fuck—shoot.
Fudge
—I mean, fud—
oh fuuck.
Ford!” she cried, her entire body clenching in one deep, rhythmic pulse after another. “I can’t—I—I—”
    Only whatever she was going to say was lost, as he thrust his firmed tongue inside her again and again and again. There was nothing but the overwhelming sensation of helpless bliss and wild release. The need to collapse and take Ford down with her.
    He was suckling against her again, already rebuilding her need.
    She wanted his mouth there forever, but even having come twice—both times individually harder than she could remember coming cumulatively in the last ten years—it still wasn’t enough.
    “More,” she gasped, mindlessly pulling at him until he released her with a groan and one last languid lick. Then she was wriggling her way down his body, delving her fingers into his hair, so she could hold his head and take the kiss she was starved for.
    “Inside me, Ford,” she begged, quivering from the shockingly sexy taste of herself on his lips and tongue. “Please, I need to feel you inside me. Now.”

Chapter 11
    Ford pulled back, searched her eyes, and ground out her name between clenched teeth. And then everything spun and he was laying her back on the floor. Only not the floor, something soft and silky she’d have to identify later, because her attention was fully occupied by Ford kneeling between her legs, those gorgeous big hands of his working his belt and fly in deft movements. He grasped a handful of shirt and T-shirt from over his shoulder and whipped them both off before freeing his straining erection from beneath his white boxer briefs as he shoved them and his pants down his hips.
    And the sight of him, thick and long and jutting toward her, made her want to take him with her mouth almost as much as she wanted him to sink inside her. Almost. But that little fantasy would have to wait until this more immediate need had been met. A need that was becoming almost unbearable as Ford made quick work of the condom he’d retrieved from his wallet.
    “Number one,” he said, crawling over her as she pulled and tugged, urging him closer with her knees and heels. Only instead of the contact she was desperate for, Ford stilled, looking down at her, a teasing brow raised in question. “Or are you going to make me wear two again?”
    She met his eyes, and for one instant her world went crashing back to the night ten years before when she’d been so eager for him, so sure of what they were about to do and so completely terrified of the potential consequences that she’d whispered her plea the second before he’d been about to take her. And he’d stopped, showing her with his actions more than words that he would do anything to make sure she was confident in a decision she couldn’t unmake.
    Echoes of the words she’d whispered over and again that night sounded in her head, welling in her chest, even though, rationally, she knew she couldn’t still mean them.
    But then Ford was inching back, like maybe he was about to follow through again, and she laughed, shaking her head and pulling him back over her.
    “No, please. One is enough.” She stroked his cheek, letting her fingers slide into his hair as he closed the distance between them, notching himself in the vee of her thighs, holding himself above her on arms layered