“Let’s see how it looks.”She stood between his knees, feeling a little less awkward with her lower half now covered, even if it was only by a scrap of silky blue fabric.Her mind had switched into “care” mode, but her body still thrummed with feel-good hormones, and she leaned into his thigh to keep steady.“Can you tilt your head forward?”
“Nat.”One of his big hands settled on her bare waist.“I’m fine.”
Shivering at his warm touch—and the casual nickname—she gently cupped the back of his neck.“The sooner you let me check, the sooner we can get back to what we were doing.”
His head dropped forward immediately.
A small laugh escaped her.His forehead rested against her sternum, and her skin tingled at the feel of his warm breath on her skin.Focus.She settled her fingers lightly on the balled tissue.“I’ve got it.”
Once he dropped his hand, she lifted the makeshift dressing and smoothed aside his hair with the gentlest touch possible.
At his moan, she jerked her hand away.“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
Okay, then.Her stomach fluttered, and now she desperately wanted to know what other kinds of noises she could get out of this stoic man.Instead, she held his hair to the side and found the tiny cut that marred his scalp.There was no obvious swelling, and the bleeding had already stopped.“I think we might need to amputate.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m a fucking riot.”
“Youarefucking something.Hopefully me.”
She huffed out a laugh, loving that she got to see this side of him.
His hands skimmed down her hips, catching her underwear and pulling it until it dropped to her ankles.“So, am I going to live?”He punctuated the question with a kiss to her breast.
Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she stopped fighting her desire.“Not if we do it right.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE SPOT WHERE Ford had bumped his head throbbed lightly, and he couldn’t have cared less.Nothing could drag him away from Natalie standing naked before him, on full display under the bright overhead bulb.She was a fascinating combination of soft and hard, curve and plane, andfinallyhis to touch.
Sliding a hand into the soft curls between her legs, he groaned at the feel of her soft, slick flesh.Her grip tightened on his shoulder and she arched her back, settling her right shin on his thigh, opening herself to him.For this woman to bare herself so readily, to make herself this vulnerable was a priceless gift.
Her soft sighs and breathy moans grew louder as he discovered the moves that made her buck or gasp, and the ones that made her melt.He licked her gorgeous breasts and grazed a nipple with his teeth as he slowly slipped a finger inside her, his erection heavy and eager behind the zipper on his jeans.
“Ford.”She tugged him up lightly—giving him a half-second of panic that she wanted to stop—and pressed her lips to his, plunging them into an all-consuming kiss that shot fire through his veins.It went on and on and on… Minutes passed, maybe hours.If he had his way, it’d never end.
Except, he also had other ideas.
Slowly, he rolled onto his back, giving her time to adjust to the new position without putting weight on her bad shoulder.
“Come here.”He reluctantly withdrew from her core and licked his fingers, her tangy taste exploding on his tongue and nearly making him come in his pants.Probably gripping her hips a little too hard, he urged her toward his face.“Up here.”
Her brow scrunched.“Is your head okay?”
“This one is, I swear.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes.“Who is this playful man?Honestly, I never knew you had it in you.”
He couldn’t be offended that she saw him as such a stick in the mud.He’d cultivated that persona, especially around her, but it was nice to let out his lighter side.Especiallywithher.Forher.“I’d like to get it inyou.”
“Oh, my God.”She huffed.“You’re so bad.”
Bouncing his eyebrows at her, he said, “You love it.”He tugged her a little closer, and she finally moved to straddle his face.
“I do.”Her expression sobered and her eyes closed as he used his thumbs to expose her most private flesh, all flushed and pretty, and just for him.
