Page 132 of Wild Love
The sandalwood in Ford’s cologne is heady andintoxicating, the expert stroke of his tongue against mine a wildfire through my veins.
“Take this off. Now,” I bite out between kisses, unwilling to pull back enough to talk.
Ford groans into my mouth as I work at his shirt buttons while he shrugs off his jacket. I rip the last few, not caring. If he can spend millions playing games, he can buy a new shirt.
I’m struck dumb all over again when I see what’s around his neck. The silver chain and that goddamn key. Pale blue speckles of paint mar the metal. And all the air leaves my lungs.
“You fished that out of the paint?”
“Of course. I plan to wear it forever.”
Then my hands are on his bare skin. My fingertips memorize every ridge as I count every ab. I move up to his pecs, moaning as I flick a finger over his nipple and it hardens. Just like mine.
I pull back to admire him, the silvery light highlighting his toned body.
“Fuck. I’m going to keep pushing you into that lake for years to come just so you keep swimming.” He breathes out a soft laugh. “Lose the pants.”
He keeps his eyes on me while he undoes his belt casually, making me wet in the process. His slacks fall and I swiftly remove his boxers and wrap my hand around his steely length.
Ford hisses through his teeth as I twist my palm around his girth and dust the pads of my fingers over the straight lineof his collarbone. I marvel at how angular everything on this man’s body is. His nose. His jaw. His brow.
He’s a painful sort of handsome. Not pretty or soft. There’s no boy-next-door appeal with Ford. There’s a wickedness to him. Sharp jaw, wide shapely lips, cunning eyes.
“I’m sorry I never noticed,” I murmur, thinking back to all those summers we spent at each other’s throats. How different it all must have looked through his eyes.
He was just my brother’s dickish best friend who always had some snide remark to make. But he was there for me at every turn.
I was oblivious.
“I’m sorry I never told you,” he murmurs, reaching between us with deft fingers to pull away the sash at my waist. Once loose, all it takes is a simple shrug of my shoulders for the plunging neckline to give way and the stunning silk garment to tumble into a soft pool of dreamy pink fabric at my feet.
The rush of cool air has every fine hair on my body rising. Like every fiber of me is reaching forhim.
“Ford, I?—”
“Rosie,” he cuts me off, but his voice is gentle. It holds a tremor as his gaze sizzles over my skin, and he delicately removes the daisy-shaped pasties that cover my nipples. “I think we should take a break from talking with our mouths. There are more important things I’d like to do with mine.”
His head drops to my chest, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth with a guttural groan. My head tips back, my hair tickling my spine, as I’m plunged into the sensation of being worshiped by Ford Grant.
The tug of the sticker on my right breast sends a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my groin as he continues to work the opposite nipple.
When his dark mahogany hair moves over to the other one, I stumble, my heels tipping me back until I’m pressed against the wall.
I grip his strong shoulders as his lips drag torturously over my body Then he drops to his knees before me. With his hands splayed over my rib cage, he trails his tongue between my breasts, skims his teeth over my stomach, and nips at the soft spot just beneath my hip. I shiver and lift my body to meet him.
He leans back slightly and stares at me. My core. My stomach. My legs.
He uses one thumb against one side of my pussy and spreads me.
“Ford…”
“Rosie, shut up and let me admire you.”
My breaths come sharp and choppy as he swipes through me, spreading the wetness up and over my clit. A shiver racks me every time, but I can’t peel my eyes from the look of intense focus on his face. It’s the same one he gets when I see him listening to a demo with big noise-canceling headphones on.
His forest-green eyes slice up to my face. “I like seeing how wet you are for me. Proof that this is real.”
Then he drops his head between my legs, turning the attention he just gave my rock-hard nipples to my pussy.
