“You’re right. I didn’t know how, but this last jaunt I have no excuses. I up and left, needing to get away from my mom. I hurt you again, and my mom hurt you, but this is the last time anyone hurts you.” He swept his thumb over my cheek and brushed away another stray tear.
“You can’t make that kind of promise.”
“I can.” With that, he stood and poured himself a scotch right before the doorbell rang. After Ford opened it, I heard him say, “I’ll get it from here.” A few moments later he came barreling in with a rolling table full of burgers.
I started to laugh again. The volatility of my emotions had me wondering if I was getting my period.
“What’s funny?”
“I just imagined your mom or brother doing that. Wheeling in their own room service.”
“That is funny,” he said, drinking me in with his eyes. “Funny because it would never happen.”
I stood to help him, but he ordered me to sit back down. I actually slid down to the carpet, my back to the couch, legs crisscrossed in front of me.
“A picnic?” Ford asked, an eyebrow raised.
He handed me a plate, heaping with fries and my burger. A napkin came floating down after it, and I placed it on my lap.
Next came Ford, lowering himself down while skillfully holding his plate in one hand.
Seated next to me, his legs out in front of him, he handed me his plate. “Hold this.”
I watched him reach up and around me, getting my wine, then his scotch, and then an extra napkin for himself.
“Cheers,” he said with his plate back in his lap.
We clinked, sipped, and then dug into the burgers. I can’t confirm or deny if a small moan escaped me.
He leaned in, and as his warm breath tickled my ear I felt the butterflies break free in my belly. I could smell the scotch and truffle on his breath. “Don’t do that again,” he murmured. “Or I’m going to be forced to take the burger away and make you moan on my own.”
“Is that so?” I flirted back with an ease I didn’t know I possessed.
“Your moans belong to me, Red.”
He put his lips on mine and pressed hard into my mouth, possessing me. This time my moan was all for Ford as my plate precariously balanced between my legs. I tasted salt when his tongue met mine, and I lapped it up. I couldn’t get enough of him…
Finally pulling back, I said, “It’s hard for me to say this, but I can’t wait for the next chapter of my life. The thing is, I need to be honest. It’s the only way this will work. I’m exhilarated and scared.”
He winked and took a bite of his burger. When he was done chewing, he said, “Eat up. You need your strength because we’re going to sex up every corner of this entire suite, and when we’re done you won’t be scared. You’ll know exactly what my intentions are.”
I felt the blush creep up my cheeks.
“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?”
I didn’t want to answer so I snagged a bite of my burger and plucked a fry before dipping it in ketchup.
“Your silence is my answer. Get used to it. My dirty talk, I mean.”
He left his plate in his lap, reached over and twisted my nipple through my shirt. It was incredibly sexy and playful at the same time, sending sparks through my whole body.
“Hey.” I swatted him away and pretended to sulk. “Don’t tease me,” is what I said, but I wanted to yellmore. I wanted it all. Now.
“Better yet, I’ll lick you…” Ford laughed, deep and husky, before taking a sip of his drink, eyeing me like a lion looks at his prey.
I never wanted to be a part of the animal kingdom like I did in this moment.
Ford
