“You,” the word comes out strong and clear. “I want you, Ford. All of you.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He’s not asking to be a jerk about it, his eyes are filled with sincerity as he looks at me, his hold on me tightening slightly as if he wants to remind me that he’s got me.
I believe him.
“I know what I’m asking for. I’m sure. I came here for you because you wrote me this letter and I feel safe with you. I feel safe giving you this,” I swallow hard, my words barely there.
“Me too,” he whispers.
His hands land on my butt and he’s lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck like I’ve done it a million times. Natural.
Simple.
Easy.
How did I always know that Ford Conners was the man for me. Now he sees me and it’s better than I could have dreamed of.
He pushes my jacket off my shoulders until I let it fall off my arms before wrapping them back around his neck. When his mouth finds my skin, his strides easy and confident, my head falls back on my shoulders, giving all of myself to him. This man. The man I’ve always wanted to be mine.
“Arden,” he groans, his voice holding an edge of steel. “I hope I can make this good for you. I’ll do my best.”
“I’m not worried,” I moan the words, my hips wiggling against the hard bulge pressing against me.
The notion of him dropping me is completely foreign. He would never. I know it like I know myself. Maybe even better.
I trust him with all I am.
When he lays me out on his bed, it feels like it welcomes me and molds around my body. His eyes find mine, his amber ones holding me hostage. As he takes a deep breath, his hands find the buttons of my uniform shirt.
I freeze and my eyes widen as my cheeks turn molten hot. “Oh, wait, Ford,” I start and he pauses, his eyebrows shooting up in question. “I’m still in my uniform. I found your letter the moment I walked in the door and I just,” I swallow hard, my voice coming out thicker with emotions, “came here without thinking about changing or anything.”
“Sunflower,” his voice is all growl and on the edge of something monstrous, “the last fucking thing I care about is what you’re wearing. You’re here. You’re giving yourself to me. The only thing I care about is getting you naked and underneath me. If I’m not careful, I’ll be shredding this uniform to make it happen faster.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, my pussy clenching around nothing. When Ford unwraps me, he’s going to find me soaked.
I might be a virgin, but I’m not a stranger to helping myself out. You figure it out if you’re curious enough. And late at night when I couldn’t stop thinking about Ford, I was curious enough.
“Yeah, oh,” he echoes me, his focus turning back toward the buttons on my shirt.
There’s a slight tremor in his hands as he unbuttons it, his movements methodical and careful. Measured. Sure.
I relax into the bed as he spreads open the two sides of my shirt. My bra isn’t fancy, but he still looks at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman in the world. Maybe, to him, I am.
Confidence I’ve never felt before overtakes me and I sit up, shedding my shirt and getting rid of my bra as well.
“Arden,” Ford grunts.
When I look at him, he’s licking his lips and staring at my breasts like he’s starving. The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back again and Ford is nuzzling the skin between my breasts. He cups one, his thumb running over my nipple while his mouth claims the other.
The feeling of his beard against my skin has my hips jolting and rocking, my body searching for more. He slurps at my skin and my entire body tingles. When he wraps his tongue around my nipple before nipping at it, I moan his name.
I’m so caught up in the sensation of his mouth on my breasts that I hardly notice him pulling my pants and panties down my legs. I wait for embarrassment or fear to hit me, but neither come.
His hand slides between my legs and he grits out through his teeth, “You’re so wet for me.”
“Ford,” I mewl, “please.”
“I’m going to try to take care of you,” he takes a deep breath. “But if something doesn’t feel good, if it hurts, you have to tellme.” I look up into his eyes and they’re glassy with desire, but he’s holding back, I can feel it in the strain of his muscles, in the tightness of his jaw.
