Free Now and Then by Mira Lyn Kelly Page A

bunched around her hips. Until he could see the small triangle of her black panties. Until his hands were kneading the perfect curves of her ass as she moaned between one kiss and the next.
    And then he was pulling her back down, bringing all that damp heat he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since his too brief encounter with it the week before against him. Jesus, that fast, and he was so hard it hurt.
    “I need to feel you, baby,” he groaned against her ear as he slid into the back of her panties, reaching for where she was hot and wet for him—fully intent on making her wetter still. On making her scream.
    Shit.
No screaming in the back of the limo, he mentally amended. But the wetter part? Hell yes.
    He inched down in the seat, bringing Brynn with him, so she was leaning forward just that much more. The wide spread of her knees on the seat at either side of him keeping her flush against the hard ridge of his fly while he pressed a finger into her from behind.
    “Ford,” she cried out, rocking back into him as he sank deeper still.
    She was so tight. So wet. And the way her body clutched at him—he was never going to make it to Wicker Park.
    But even as he thought it, he knew he would. Because the only thing he wanted more than to get off with Brynn was to get off with Brynn after he’d gotten her off half a dozen times first.
    That was what he couldn’t wait for. What he needed more than his next fucking breath—to feel her coming apart around him.
    Another slow, deep pump as she rocked over him again and the rippling spasm of her inner walls told him it would be soon.
    “Do you want me to make you come, Brynn?” he asked, even though the tensing of her body and desperate clutching of her hands had already given him the answer. He wanted her to be looking into his eyes when she said yes. He wanted to see her come apart.
    Her hips continued to rock as she blinked up at him, meeting him with those gorgeous Irish eyes, made even more beautiful by the sensual fog clouding them. “Oh God, yes.
Yes.
”
    Adding a second finger to the first, he pushed deep again, pumping against the stroke of her sex over him. Sliding in and out as her body clenched and clung to him. She was so tight. So soft. So very, very wet. And so incredibly close, it had to be any second and—she was there.
    Her body spasmed hard, her lips parting on the silent plea he read all too clearly in her eyes.
Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.
    “Not a chance, baby,” he promised, continuing to stroke through the last tremor around his touch.
    —
    Brynn didn’t have any idea how long they’d been on the road or how long they had before arriving back at her place, but she figured it was probably at least a few minutes or Ford would have withdrawn the hand currently splayed warm and wide across her butt.
Beneath her panties.
    Yeah, no signs of urgency there. Which was good, because she wasn’t certain she could pull it together enough to move if she had to.
    “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his free hand brushing through her hair where she’d rested her head against his chest.
    She nodded, not trusting her voice just yet.
    Maybe not quite ready to reveal how much that dirty little interlude was affecting her. Which was a lot.
    “Brynn.” She loved the way he said her name, how different it sounded riding the low register. “You’re killing me, hiding your face right now. Come on and let me see you’re okay.”
    She blinked, feeling moisture she hadn’t been aware of leaking from the corner of her eyes. Geez, like that was going to reassure him. So trying for inconspicuous, she sort of rubbed her face back and forth against the soft fabric of his shirt and then, planting her hands on his chest, pushed herself up. She was giving him her smile, but despite how incredible those last moments had been, it wobbled. Because this insane little part of her heart was aching with something that felt a lot like loss.
    “Hey,” he said,