Chapter 4

Four

T he magic of the cabin seemed to sweep Angelina up and make her forget all her own rules. Actually, she'd thrown all caution out the window back in the coffee shop.

She wanted Ford with a burning need she'd never experienced before, and she rarely let herself go wild sexually. Who wouldn't want to be with Ford? He was gorgeous, smart...and there was that electricity.

"Baby, you know why I brought you here. Is this what you want?" His eyes darkened as if it pained him to think that she might back away from him.

Biting her lip, she nodded.

He gripped her by the upper arms and looked deeply into her eyes. "You're sure? I promise I'll keep you safe from any blow-back. In case someone saw you leaving with me back at the Rise and Grind?—"

She rested her palms on his broad chest, feeling his heart hammering his ribs. Excitement ran through her. "No one was around. Besides, I can handle myself."

He nodded. "I have a feeling you can."

To prove she could, she reached around his back and pinched the fabric of his T-shirt. In one swift move, she yanked it over his head to reveal his muscled chest and the ridges of his abs.

Her nipples squeezed into tight buds as her panties grew even wetter. Riding with a man and a big bike between her thighs had threatened her sanity, but seeing him before her like this...

Tattoos covered his chest—traditional ink that Army guys had, but on him they were larger than life.

She smoothed her hand over the lines of a cross fashioned by two spikes. In the center of the longer one was a date. She flicked her gaze up to him.

"The day my mother passed away." She could see the lump working in his throat and went on tiptoe to brush her lips over his in a gentle kiss of comfort.

But Ford wasn't having any of that. He cupped her head and kissed her like a starving man. As their tongues dueled, she caressed his shoulders and back. When he cradled her breasts and found the hard tips, she cried out.

In a flash, he had her top off and her bra unhooked. When he closed his fingers over her aching nipples, she couldn't hold back her cry.

He swallowed her noise with his mouth as he walked her back to the bed and lay her down. He followed her, his body weight oh-so-good on top of her. Just like she fantasized about. She grasped his head and guided him to her right nipple.

As he clamped his lips around the hard tip and sucked, their gazes met. Hot, needy—more than she wanted to admit. Ford wasn't some soldier she couldn't keep from falling into bed with. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she had a feeling once she left his bed, she wouldn't be the same.

Her pussy squeezed in time to his sucking pulls. Then he moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. His cock was huge against her, and she rubbed restlessly until he groaned and pinned her completely with his weight.

Looking down at her, he said, "I can't let you do that. Not yet, baby."

She shuddered and closed her eyes as he began to kiss a path between her breasts and down to her waistband. Her jeans fit snugly but he didn't have any trouble pulling them off. Her panties were sheer, black and soaking wet.

"Fuck, I love it when you blush. Your body is beautiful. You're beautiful." He sank between her thighs, stuck out his tongue and licked her from bottom to the top of her slit. The roughness of his tongue and her panties against her needy pussy made her cry out.

He growled, and in a blink, her panties were gone too. As he pressed her thighs open and dived back in, she watched his face transform to rapture. The first tickle of his tongue in her pussy made her quake and cry out. He lapped up the seam to her swollen pleasure nub. As he parted his lips and sucked her like a ripe fruit, she dug her short nails into his back and screamed his name.

He rumbled in answer, eating her pussy like he'd trained for this very moment. Hell, maybe he had. A man like him would have a long line of conquests, but she didn't care about them right now. She had him right where she wanted him.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

He pinned her hands to the bed and tormented her with short flicks of his tongue. When she was on the verge of cumming, he backed off, teasing her with circles around her opening before he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. She came with a wild cry.

The long contractions racked her body, and she wrapped her thighs around his ears and bucked into his mouth, drawing every ounce of pleasure from his tongue and lips.

When she was totally boneless, he lifted his head.

"I haven't finished with you yet, baby." He sank two fingers into her pussy, and she cried out again as he brushed her swollen inner walls in exactly the right spot.

She reached for him. "Ford. I need you inside me."

"Not until you've cum for me again. I can't get enough of watching you come apart." He angled his hand and thrust deeper still. Holding pressure against a spot that made her peak in a heartbeat.

Juices flowed over his fingers, which he pumped faster and faster until she didn't think she could go on without dying. Her heart drummed in her chest and her whole body was taut, as if waiting for some final, fatal moment.

She reached for him again, and he withdrew his fingers to lick them off as he came into her arms. She tore open his jeans and found him commando. And clean-shaven.

The cords in his neck stood out as she took his length into her hand—every single, long inch of him.

"You're big. No. huge." She sounded out of breath even to her own ears.

"Mmm, I'll fit in that tight, perfect hole. Don't worry." He took her mouth. Feeding her his tongue for long, blissful minutes while she stroked his length and swirled her thumb over the tip of his cock through the pre-cum there.

"I want this to last, baby, but you're making me nuts. I need inside your tight pussy." His words kindled her desire, and she hooked her heels around his backside. He rested against her, bare cock to bare pussy.

He gave a rough shake of his head. "I want you bareback so fucking bad, but..." He climbed off her and returned with a condom sheathing his steely cock.

She took the condom eased it down his length. "Ford, now please. Hurry!" Her inner quivers were too much for her. She needed to feel him inside her—now.

With a dark look that made her feel like the most beautiful and treasured woman in the universe, he poised at her entrance. And in one hard push, sank balls-deep.

F ord had died and gone to heaven. Every inch was encased in wet heat. His balls resting on her ass. With a groan, he stared into her eyes and felt that electricity pluck at his nerve-endings.

"I can't hold back." He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip, and then slammed back inside her. She threw her head back and issued a sharp cry of pleasure. "Feel me so deep in you?"

"Yes! Ford, please."

He held still, only the head of his cock filling her, stretching her. God, her pussy was tight and he wouldn't get his fill tonight or maybe even tomorrow. What was it about Angelina that drove him out of his mind? For her, he'd do unspeakable things. He'd leave his degree in the dust and never graduate or get that promotion. Hell, he'd kill for her.

The thought rocked him. He thrust his cock deep into her, buried to the hilt, kissing her until he ceased to think at all.

"Fuck, baby. You're so hot. Tight. Squeeze me."

She did, clamping around his length until he almost lost his damn mind. Her body shook, and she kissed him back until he couldn't last another second.

He pulled out, the veins in his cock throbbing. He plunged in. Holding her gaze, he commanded, "Come with me. Give me everything."

But when she started to shudder around him, coming apart, liquid heat soaking his cock, and his first jet of cum shot into her, it was him that gave everything.

Hot rope after hot rope of cum filled the confines of the condom.

He came back to himself all at once, his sexual haze lifted. Often in battle, this would happen to him. One minute he'd be asleep, having dozed off leaning against a hard wall where they were set up to attack, and the next he was completely aware of everything around him.

Ford had it bad for this woman. She was forbidden but so perfect. He could cost her a great career, but he'd never let that happen. He would protect her.

But he wasn't letting her go either. Twelve hours wasn't going to be enough.

M oments later Ford picked Angelina up and carried her all the way to the pond. As soon as the water splashed on her bare thighs, she squealed. "It's cold!"

"It's only cold for a minute. Trust me." He kept striding into the depths, and she curled around him. He'd made her cum countless times already. With Ford, she was more orgasmic than she'd ever been with any other man. Maybe it was the way he spent so much time on her. Or it could be her feelings she was unable to deny.

Either way, she wanted his cock again and he'd already fucked her twice.

The water lapped at her bottom first, and she bit off a shrill scream just as Ford let her go, dropping her right into the water all the way to her tits.

She found her feet and shoved her hands at the water, creating a wave. It struck Ford full in the chest, but the man didn't even gasp.

"You should have been a Navy Seal if you can withstand this water temperature."

"Nah, I'm an Army man through and through." Pride sounded in his deep tone. He smoothed his hand over his broad chest, making her pause. He looked like an underwear model.

Except he wasn't wearing any.

They were bare naked and Ford's cock stood at attention. "I see the cold water doesn't affect any part of you," she said.

He took a step toward her, eyes blazing. "You're very observant, baby."

A shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the water temperature. When he called her baby, she turned into a melted puddle.

She stood up. The water licked against her slower thighs and swirled around her body. She wanted him to see what she did next. She plunged her fingers between her thighs.

A growl issued, and he took another step toward her. "That's my pussy. Only I get to touch it."

Surprise and arousal skittered through her system. She looked him right in the eyes and tested his edges of control. What would he do if she continued to touch what he considered "his?"

As she flicked her clit with her forefinger, juices squeezed from her and Ford's eyes widened.

"Dammit, you know how to push a man, don't you?" His tone was equal parts grit, playfulness and need.

When he caught her against him, he thrust his fingers between her legs, nudging hers aside. She threw her head back and moaned as he expertly stroked her slit and clit. When she was shaking and ready to explode, he pulled his hand free and cupped her face in both hands.

Looking into her eyes, he said, "I don't know why I waited so long to make you mine because I've been wanting you for months."

She stopped breathing. Only her heart beat erratically. She leaned into his hold. Make you mine? Was she his?

"Don't pretend you aren't perfect in my arms, Angelina. Or should I call you Professor Dawn?"

"This is a temporary situation." She started but the words felt so cold on her lips.

"Like fuck." He kissed her, drawing her on tiptoe against his hard body and massive cock. She ground into him as she met his tongue stroke for stroke. This was a moment of temporary insanity, or twelve hours of it, and she was going to live it to the fullest. Tomorrow she'd walk away and resume her boring life.

Without Ford.

As he lifted her, she hooked her legs around his waist so his erection ground against her pussy. Using her arms around his neck as leverage, she rubbed up and down against the fat cum-dripping head.

He tore his lips from hers and splayed his hands over her ass. On the downstroke, he brushed his fingers over her backside, right over her puckered hole.

She stilled, breath hitching.

"You're untouched here, aren't you?" He pressed his fingertip against her asshole. Sensations ran through her, stealing her mind. She'd stroked herself there before, but never had a man.

She nodded, face buried against his neck. "Ford..."

"I won't claim you here today, but I'm owning all of you."

Part of her wanted to club him for being so commanding, yet her body took it as a turn-on. She pushed down against his cock—and finger. The head sank inside her even as his fingertip did.

They shared a groan.

"I fucking want you bareback. I'm clean, tested regularly. Besides, I've never been without a condom. But I won't put you at risk like that again." He worked his finger into her backside, and she hardly registered anything but her lust.

"Ford, please." She pushed down on him again, but he held her in place, resisting. A muscle leaped in his jaw.

"I want you so fucking bad it hurts, baby. But I can't." He carried her out of the pond. With each step, her desire burned hotter until they reached the shore.

He let her slide down his sleek nakedness. "I'll take you inside and make you scream, Angelina."

She quivered with pent-up need. Being with Ford made her feel drunk and totally alive all at once. By the time they reached the back door, he'd had enough of his control because he swept her into his arms.

The door slammed behind them, and he turned for the kitchen island and the big slab of granite there. He raked his arm over the surface, sending napkins and salt and pepper shakers flying. Then he hitched her onto the surface and spread her open to feast on her pussy.

As soon as his scorching tongue was buried in her pussy, he dragged her to the edge and filled her ass with his fingers. Stretched so perfectly, she couldn't stop the groans and cries from escaping her. She drew her legs up and back to give him better access, and his finger sank to the knuckle.

He lapped at her clit like a starving man as he finger-fucked her ass. Her mind reeled. Vaguely she thought she'd have to disinfect the kitchen after they were finished, but it was a small price to pay for this moment. Ford withdrew his finger, circled her clit with his tongue, and then slammed his finger home again.

J esus, she was having an anal orgasm. The rhythmic clench and release on his finger made his dick as hard as stone. As he sucked her pussy into an orgasm too, she screamed his name.

The sound tore him up, ripped him open and stole his still-beating heart right out of his chest.

Angelina, Angelina, Angelina. Her name was the only thing in his mind as he gave her a double orgasm that made her writhe.

Her tight heat around his finger and the taste of her girl cum was all he wanted in life. To come home to this every night and have her to keep him going when he was deployed again.

Fuck, he wasn't going to be able to let her go.

Slowly, he fucked her ass in and out until the final shudders left her. Then he withdrew his finger and continued to tease her ring of muscle as he sucked her pussy clean.

When he raised his head and looked at her face, her eyes were blurred with passion, her lips swollen and bitten.

She was the most stunning creature he'd ever seen.

"God, Angelina. Come here." He gathered her into his arms and carried her, still shuddering, through the cabin to their room. Where he spread her out on the rumpled bed, fitted himself with a condom and plunged his cock balls-deep in her.

She kissed him. Lord, did she kiss him. With all the fire he'd seen in her eyes after she'd come apart for him. He lifted her ass to get deeper, sinking into her, then pounding until his balls slapped her ass.

Her wet walls pulled at him, milking the cum from him. And when she contracted around his length, he looked into her eyes and heard his name on her lips at the moment when the first jet of cum filled her body.

He collapsed in a mindless heap, alive with ecstasy, and pulled her into his arms.

She rested her head over his thundering heart. She was drugging him with her mere presence, and he'd never be able to walk away.

The thought kept surfacing in his mind, because it was so unlike him. He was a hard-ass, he saw the bigger picture in life. He had no idea where or how Angelina fit in.

He just didn't want her to go away from him.

He cupped her ass, and she threw her thigh across his. Her breathing slowed, and she gave a final little quake.

"I think I finally quit cumming," she said with a little giggle. "That was amazing, Ford."

"Mmm. I can't stop thinking about your ass squeezing my finger."

She turned her face against his chest, and he knew she was blushing.

"It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever known in my life."

"I'm glad you liked it," she said in a small voice.

"I fucking loved it." He squeezed her ass.

A moment of silence passed, and then she said, "Ford?"

"Hmm." He was drifting in a pleasant after-haze. This never happened with his past lovers. He got his pleasure, gave it too, and then left. He wasn't the cuddling type.

"What you said about making me yours..."

That brought him around. "I meant it, Angelina."

She pushed onto her elbow to stare down into his face. "You know this can't go on. It can't work between us."

He stared at her, his chest suddenly burning. "It can if we make it work."

"How?"

"We figure it out."

"I'm your professor, Ford. I will lose my job if we're found out."

"Won't happen. I'll take care of it. Or we'll just keep our relationship under wraps until I finish my classes. Easy enough." He only had a few weeks of two classes before he graduated.

And got that promotion he'd been gunning for. Which meant within months he'd be in another country with heavy artillery fire raining down on him. Was it right to drag Angelina into that? She deserved better, didn't she?

No, she deserved to be loved and cherished, and nobody could do that better than him.

"I don't know, Ford."

"Baby, we have all the time in the world to work out the particulars. Right now, let's just enjoy each other." He reached up and caressed the loose hair off her cheek. She leaned into his touch like a goddamn kitten, and his heart gave a jerk. No, he wasn't walking away from her. No matter what.