“That sucks.”
“It does. But now I’m here and everything is better,” he admits.
“Not everything,” I sigh. “I was just texting you.”
“What for?”
“Well, I was antsy, really,” I laugh. “But your instructions to dress down have thrown me a little. I dress down already, so dressing more down . . .” I make a face.
“You could keep dressing down, and I think I’d like it even more.”
There’s a hint of innuendo in his tone, a little shimmer in his eye
, and I take a step back. Pulling the neckline of my shirt down to expose a sliver of cleavage, I say, “Oh, dress down like this?”
I’m over his shoulder before I know what’s happening, my shrieks of laughter filling the house. One hand squeezes my butt, holding me firmly against him.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, pointing to the bedroom door. In a matter of seconds, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
“Exactly what you just asked for,” he grins.
“I don’t recall asking for anything.” I run a fingernail down the side of his face.
His eyes heat, his Adam’s apple bobbing so sexily that I almost gasp. His fingers work the button of my jeans and they’re slipped down and discarded, along with my shoes and socks.
The air is cool as it touches my skin, but my temperature rises as I watch Ford undress. He maintains eye contact the entire time, ridding himself quickly of his attire.
As he climbs back on top of me, I drape my arms over his neck. I press a kiss to his lips. “Just looking at you is like foreplay,” I admit. “Damn it, Ford.”
He grins, allowing me to roll him over and sit my pussy over his cock. I can feel the heat radiating off me, my wetness making our bodies slip as I gently rock my hips back and forth.
“I can’t wait,” he says, lifting his hips. He palms his length. As he positions himself against my opening, I lick my lips.
“I want you inside me. I want you so deep that you—oooh!”
In one deft movement, he slides in me. My body feels amazingly full, like every sensory organ is being overwhelmed in the most delicious way.
“Like that?” he growls.
“Yes.”
Moaning, my head falls back and the ends of my hair swish against Ford’s thighs. He digs his hands into my hips and I rock back and forth, craving as much contact as I can make.
“Damn,” I hiss, rolling my hips slowly. “This is heaven.”
He lifts his hips, sinking even deeper into my body. I feel my wetness when I reach behind me and palm his balls.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, throwing his head back into the pillows.
I massage them, watching the look of pure delight dance across his face. “Feel good?”
“So fucking good.”
As I release him, he flips me to my back. My foot goes flying, knocking over the menagerie of things on my bedside table. The sound of little candies pouring onto the bed rattles through the room.
I giggle, trying to move so the hard pieces don’t get under me. It’s futile. Every adjustment I make allows more to roll beneath me.
“Shit,” I laugh. “That’s kind of a mood killer.”