Page 95 of The Snuggle is Real
He grinned and ran his hands through my hair. “With pleasure.”
The sound of loud, mangled Christmas carols woke me with a jolt the next morning.
“What the— Has a deranged caroler broken into my house?”
Ford laughed beside me. “That’s Charlie’s morning ritual.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” He rolled out of bed and pulled a pair of sweats from my dresser, then tossed them my way. “Better get dressed. She could be in here any minute.”
“Really? Shit.” I scrambled into the gray sweats and found a Mizzou hoodie in my second drawer to tug on while Ford redressed in his clothes from the day before.
“Doing the walk of shame again,” he murmured. “I really need to start packing an overnight bag just in case. You’re just too hard to leave.”
“Is it going to be weird for Charlie?”
“Well, I didn’t plan to stay, but judging by her singing, she’s just fine with it. She knows we’re boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends, huh?” I drew closer, leaning in to kiss him. “I like the sound of that.”
He lowered his hands to my ass, then dropped them quickly when the door banged open.
“Pepper wants to go out and play, and I’m hungry!”
“Oh, well, why don’t you play with Pepper in the backyard and I’ll get started on making some breakfast.”
“Okay!”
“What should I do?” Ford asked.
Charlie wrinkled her nose. “You should take a shower.” She whirled back into the hall. “Come on, Pepper!”
Ford sniffed at his pits. “Do I smell that bad?”
I laughed. “No worse than me. Maybe she doesn’t feel she can tell me I stink?”
Ford came close and lowered his nose to my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mm, no. You smell like…shampoo.” He eyed me. “You showered after I fell asleep, didn’t you?”
“Maybe? I reeked of cleaning supplies!”
He shook his head. “Traitor.”
“I tried to wake you,” I said. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to stay over, but you just mumbled something about never leaving my bed and rolled over.”
He chuckled. “Well, that sounds about right. I guess I’ll go shower. Want to join me?”
“Then we’d never get breakfast.” I brushed a quick kiss over his lips. “Go. I’ll have coffee and sausage waiting.”
“Mm, I love your sausage.”
“You’ve never had it!” I blushed at the leer he sent me and slapped his arm. “Behave!”
He grinned. “If I must.”
I went downstairs before Ford could tempt me any further. I knew he was mostly kidding. He wouldn’t really want to fuck me in the shower with Charlie running around. It was fun to flirt though, to see him open about just how much he wanted me.
We’d done little more than share hand jobs in bed last night, wanting to keep quiet, but it had still been explosive. Ford kissed like a man who wanted to savor me, every part of me, just drink me down and make me his. His tongue pushed in boldly, sweeping through my mouth, advancing and retreating, possessing.
