With a single brow raised, he said, “Had a lot of tension to work out lately?”
I didn’t bother responding. He knew the answer as well as I did. The tension between us crackled like lightning, illuminating an attraction I’d always kept shoved down deep.
He reached around me and set the toy on the dresser, then he braced his hands on either side of my hips, caging me in. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the material of my dress. “You drive me fucking crazy in these little dresses, did you know that? Have me hard as a fucking rock every goddamn day while I imagine everything you have underneath it.”
I swallowed thickly. “I hate to tell you this, but you’d be disappointed by my plain white underwear.”
“Oh, kitten, I can promise you I won’t be disappointed by anything that’s under there. But I wasn’t talking about your panties. I was talking about that ass I want to sink my teeth into and those thighs I think about wrapped around my head ninety-five percent of the day.”
I froze, caught in the snare of Ford’s gaze, trying to read if he was being truthful or if this was just another one of his games. Something he did for the sole purpose of tormenting me. Flirt with his wife, crank her so tight with need she was desperate for release, and then turn away with a grin, knowing her toy was out of charge and she couldn’t go to anyone else to fulfill her needs.
He must’ve read the skepticism in my expression, because he said, “Tell me to prove it.” An echo from One Night Stan’s when he’d turned my world upside down with just a kiss.
But Ford wasn’t talking about just a kiss.
And if I thought my world was tipped on its axis after only having his lips on mine, I knew this would be so, so much worse.
“What are you suggesting?” I managed to get out through a dry throat.
“You want the censored or uncensored version?”
“Uncensored,” I whispered.
“You sure?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the thickness of him against my thigh.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded.
“I want to fuck you, kitten. Badly. I’ve wanted to for a long fucking time. But now that I’m wearing this ring?” He held up his hand, showing me the black band. “I want it even more. It’s my job as your husband to release this tension that’s been tying you up in knots. My job to make my wife come harder than she ever has before.”
He was so close now, my achingly hard nipples brushed against his chest with every rapid inhale, his cock thick and hard against my thigh, and I desperately wanted to reach down and feel it. Wrap my fingers around him and see just how much I affected him.
“Tell me to prove it, wife, and I’ll sink to my knees right here and eat your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. And then I’ll break that dry spell of yours and fuck you until the neighbors know exactly who’s making you scream.”
Oh my God.
My legs were shaking, my stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nerves, and I wasn’t even going to mention the state of my panties. Soaked was an understatement. I could probably come right now with just a brush of the material against my clit, so God knew what Ford would be able to do to me.
That was the only logical explanation I had for why I skipped right down the path I’d already been down and uttered the two words that had sealed my fate two nights before. “Prove it.”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
QUINN
I barely gotthe words out before Ford yanked my underwear down my legs, lifted me up onto the dresser, and then dropped to his knees in front of me.Oh Jesus. It’d been so long since anyone had done this to me, and with Ford between my thighs, it felt a little like I was diving straight into the middle of the ocean without a life jacket.
He cupped my ankles, sliding his hands up my calves, over my knees, to the insides of my thighs, his touch soft and delicate…almost reverent. Then he shoved my legs wide to make room for his shoulders as he settled between them, his eyes glued to what he’d just revealed.
Ford turned his head to sink his teeth into my thigh and groaned. “Knew you’d be this pretty,” he said, flipping up my skirt so he had an unfettered view of where I ached for him. “And I fucking knew that pussy was going to be soaked and ready for me. I’ve waitedyearsfor this. Tell me you’re going to let me taste it, kitten. Tell me you’re going to let me slide my tongue inside this gorgeous cunt and finally put me out of my misery.”
Though I had no idea how, I managed to choke out a soft, “Yes.”
He hummed and brushed his nose along my inner thigh, tracing it over the crease where my leg met my body, andholy hell… My clit throbbed in anticipation of what he was going to do, his breaths teasing me with every exhale, and I was desperate for him to put his mouth on me.
But Ford took his time and played his usual game. Reveling in tormenting me and driving me wild just because he could. He ran his hands along the insides of my thighs, not stopping until he framed my pussy between them, then he used his thumbs to spread me open for his hungry gaze.
“Look at that needy little clit.” He brushed a featherlight touch over it, and I shuddered out a moan.
“Ford…” I panted, no longer in control of my words or my body. No longer caring how desperate I sounded. Iwasdesperate. And I needed exactly what he’d promised me. I threaded my fingers through his hair and gripped tightly, silently begging him to get on with it already.
