Ford’s eyes are dark, and I know he’s feeling it, too. That damn pull. “I have no idea of what?”
Fuck, did I say that out loud?
Because he has no idea how complicated this could get. How much danger being with me would put him in.
I have to push him away.
I have to let go.
So, why can’t I?
“Lo,” he says again, regaining my attention. “What are we doing?”
I don’t know. I don’t know what we’re doing. But I can’t get the words to come out.
Before I can process what he just said, what I just did, my body’s already moving, dragging me back into the kiss again.
And that’s when it happens.
Ford’s hands grip my hips, his touch possessive and commanding, before he lifts me. It’s as if I weigh nothing to the massive Alpha, and the whimper that bubbles up my throat escapes unrestrained. He pushes me roughly against the outer brick wall of the bar. The cold, unforgiving brick.
Push him away, my brain demands.Protect him at all costs.
But when his body presses into mine, his scent overwhelms me again, thick with that primal Alpha intensity, and I lose all train of rational thought again.
Just like inside the bar.
It’s instinct, a silent command that I can’t ignore. My body arches into him before I can stop it, responding to his proximity, like a magnet drawn to its opposite.
The cool brick wall presses into my back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of him, nothing compared to the way he’s crowding me, forcing me to feel every inch of him.
Every damn inch, thick and pulsing, that I can feel against my leg.
Fill me, Alpha.
I gasp into the kiss, trying to ignore my thoughts. My hands push against his chest, but all he does is lean closer, trapping me between the immovable wall and his impossibly broad chest. I groan against his lips, and it earns me a lick of his tongue against the roof of my mouth.
My slick panties won’t survive this bar trip.
Ford pulls away for just a second, but not far enough to let me escape. He’s breathing heavy, his breath ragged like he’s been running a marathon. His hands are on me, everywhere, around my waist, my shoulders, like he’s trying to hold me together and break me apart all at once.
“You really wanna keep doing this?” he murmurs gruffly.
I want to snap at him, want to push him away. Tell him to get a grip, but I can’t.
The words don’t come. Not with him this close. Not with his breath so damn warm against my neck, his lips grazing just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I…” I start, but I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say anymore.
I should stop this. Hell, I should’ve stopped this the second he touched me, the second that stupid kiss came out of nowhere and exploded everything I’ve been trying to ignore.
But instead, I pull him back in, slamming my mouth to his like I don’t care about the consequences. Like I don’t care that I’m about to lose everything.
That I could riskhimlosing everything.
His hands move faster now, pulling me out of my head, and I barely register how his fingers work their way under my jacket. How they slip beneath my shirt, skin against skin, burning me up from the inside. My body has got a mind of its own. It’s been waiting for this—this raw, desperate thing between us.
He groans, low and guttural, squeezing my softness, and it makes my insides twist. The sound is a switch, flicking something inside of me, a primal need that I can’t ignore. My Omega instincts can’t get enough of the scent of him. I press my nose against his throat, inhaling as much of him as I possibly can.
