“Look at this view, too!” Okay, so, clearly we’re still talking about the house.
“Yeah, it was probably my biggest selling point.” It’s true. I looked at plenty of houses that were newer, had more updates and fancier features, but the view is what made me offer above the asking price for this one. My house sits right on the water, there’s a dock for a boat, and beach access is within a short walk. The entire living room has sliding doors that span across giving a full panoramic view of the water out back. And the sunsets are amazing.
The first time I saw Abby, she was staring off into the water. I get the feeling it’s almost some kind of comfort for her so I don’t interrupt her while she looks out over the water again now. Even though it’s raining harder than earlier and it doesn’t look like much but a bunch of gray murky water, she still stares like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
She clears her throat and turns towards me and says, “About that movie?” And she grabs the remote and makes herself right at home on the couch.
We’re more than halfway throughThe Avengers Endgameand even though this is one of my favorite movies, I’ve barely been able to pay attention. Ford’s sitting close enough for me to feel the heat of his body next to mine without actually touching me. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, which is essentially porn to me. Add a backwards hat and I’d be done for. I can’t sit still and keep shifting my weight on the couch, trying to relax a little bit.
“Are you uncomfortable?” He turns to face me, and Lord help me, he looks so good. I love the scruff he’s got going on, but I’m sure he will probably shave and clean it up before tomorrow’s game.
“No, I’m okay. I think my legs are just restless. Maybe from the spin class earlier.” I wiggle myself into a different position and he grabs my calves and places them across his lap and starts massaging. His touch is so gentle even though his hands are rough and calloused.
“Before you tell me I don’t have to do this, I know I don’t.” He doesn’t look at me while he says that, he just continues to face the movie. Me on the other hand? I’m not able to focus on anything other than each movement his fingers make. I lean back against the curve of the couch and relax my legs a little more with each stroke of his hand. His fingers go up my leg to just above my knee, kneading back and forth and down to my toes where he presses firmly with his hands.
“Oh, that feels really good.” An unintentional groan leaves my lips when he moves a hand a little higher to the back of my thigh. The heel of my foot brushes against him and I can feel his erection, those sweatpants leave nothing to the imagination. I can barely hear the movie over the thunder booming outside, and the lightning strikes are coming more often causing the house to light up in an otherwise dark room aside from the television being on.
A chill runs through me and I shiver, causing Ford to look over at me. He lifts one of my legs and places it behind him as he positions his body between my thighs and leans up to me. His hands are planted on either side of me and instinctively, my legs spread further.
“Are you cold?” I swallow hard and turn my head, noticing a blanket on the other end of the couch. Before I can reply, Ford gets up and disappears down the hall. When he comes back he has a hoodie in his hands.
“Arms up.” He shimmies my arms into the sleeves and the bun on my head pops out of the top. The hoodie swallows me, it’s so big, but it smells like Ford and it’s intoxicating. Laying back down, I get in the same position as before and Ford comes to lay with me. He spreads my legs so his face is down on my stomach as he settles comfortably between my legs. We lay like this for the rest of the movie, with him stroking my arm and me touching his hair every now and then.
Once the credits are rolling, I don’t feel Ford move at all, I just hear deep breaths and the sprinkles of rain still hitting the pavement outside.Did he fall asleep like this?
His phone on the coffee table vibrates and it jerks him awake. He sits up and presses his fingers into his eyes.
“Shit. Sorry. This weather gets me every time.” He smiles at me and reaches for his phone but stays planted where he is.
“It’s okay, the movie just ended.” I scoot back a little bit so he has room if he wants to get up, but he just settles himself further into his position.
Tossing his phone back on the table, he turns and looks at me. My heart stutters every time Ford looks at me like this. Every time I’ve been with him, we’ve been doing the most normal, mundane things and my heart still wants to dance out of my chest. I’m trying so hard to not overthink any of this. I know I need to do some healing and spend some time focusing on myself, but damn it, a girl has needs too and Ford could easily take care of them for me.
I move my hips to get myself free from his grasp and get up to go to the kitchen where the paper bag still sits with the food from earlier.
“Want any of this?” I offer, rummaging through the bag and grabbing a chocolate croissant. Feeling warmer now, I take the hoodie off and place it on the barstool at the island.
Ford gets up and makes his way over to the kitchen where I’m standing and places a hand on the small of my back. Turning my head to look up at him, it’s clear he’s not even paying attention to the food on the counter, he’s just staring at me. I’m wondering how much longer I can fight the urge to just kiss him. He moves his hand slowly across my back and turns me around at the same time.
“Ford.” His name leaves my lips in a sigh. He tilts my chin up with his finger so I’m looking right at him.
“This is your play, Princess.” He’s inches from me and I can feel his erection against my stomach, his lips are dangerously close to mine. “If you want to go back to the couch and start another movie, I’m in. But if you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you in the last week…” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m game for that too.”
Damn him.Without a second thought, my arms reach around his neck to pull him closer as I bring my lips up to his. Ford’s hands grab my thighs as he picks me up and places me on the kitchen island. He positions his body between my legs, pulling himself closer. His hands roam up my shirt, holding my waist as he kisses me with so much passion and lust. My hands move from his neck down to his shirt, and I run my fingers up his bare skin feeling every groove and muscle in his back. In one swift movement, he pulls his shirt from his body and tosses it on the kitchen floor. I pull back for a moment to take in the sight of a shirtless Ford Anderson. Looking him up and down, I notice every vein and ripple in his chest and arms, and the tattoo that extends from the left side of his chest down his arm creating a full sleeve.
“You let me know, Abby.” He leans himself against the counter and rubs his jaw with his hand before crossing his arms over his chest. His sweatpants hang low on his hips and I can see the V-shape that goes down, leaving me wondering what the rest looks like.
“Uh sorry, what?” I shake my head to get myself out of the daydream and back to whatever it was Ford just said.
“Let me know when you’re done eye fucking me so we can pick up where we left off.”
“That is not what I was doing!” I protest.
“No? You’ve got a little something right there.” Ford reaches for the corner of my lip and I swat his hand away.
“It isn’t a crime to just appreciate… you know, all that.” I wave my hand in front of him and he grabs it mid air and kisses my palm.
“You can do anything you want, Abby.” Ford teases me with kisses all the way up my arm until he gets to my shoulder. “This shirt has an awfully high neckline. It can’t be comfortable. You should remove it. There’s not enough balance here with me being shirtless and all.”
