Because before I can say anything, his hand grabs the back of my neck, and he pulls me to his mouth. His lips slam down onto mine, and I’m drowning not in the water but him. My hands are quick to frame his face in hopes of finding balance, and luckily, his arms snake around my middle to yank me tight to him.
Ford swallows my breath as our mouths realign. Kissing him sets off an explosion inside of me, yet I’m struggling to register it, with my body in slight shock because it remembers his lips.
Only when his tongue slips into my mouth do I relax. Even though I knew where he was all along, this kiss is my lost treasure that I finally found.
I moan into his mouth, which only encourages Ford to kiss me harder. I offer more by slanting my chin up. I can’t get enough.
He holds me tighter and kisses me softer, then he growls as he brushes his lips along mine. “Finally,” he speaks against the corner of my mouth before giving me a quick peck as a parting.
We need to breathe actual air.
Staring at one another, we’re both panting and soaked. Ridiculous smiles are displayed on our faces, and I lean my forehead in so he can kiss my temple.
“I’m staying. This week, I mean,” I confirm.
Ford blinks at me, with water running down his face. “I wouldn’t have let you leave anyway, and you know we are more than a week.”
I don’t argue. “Kiss me again,” I request.
At the speed of light, he fulfills my request, a kiss full of longing and hope. Tender yet firm because we are working against external forces, and water is as powerful as waiting ten years.
We stay this way for what feels like minutes until we break apart, and without warning, he throws me over his shoulder fireman style and walks us out of the sprinklers.
I giggle and admire his flexed muscles beneath wet clothes that can carry me with ease. He twirls me around before he walks to the side yard.
“What are you doing?” I wonder.
“As much as making out with you on my lawn is a dream come true, we need to get out of these wet clothes.”
My stomach flips, possibly with nerves, but mostly excitement. Today, nothing else matters except us.
Ford gets us to the back sliding door and walks us in until he plops me down in the hall by the stairs.
Then I’m on him again. This time I kiss him, short, fast, and over and over. He begins to unbutton his shirt, and I’m quick to assist, peeling the shirt off his arms until it’s on the floor, our mouths never parting.
I hop onto him and wrap my legs around his waist before he takes the first step on the stairs. Halfway up, we fall to a step, and I straddle him as our tongues continue to fuse together.
Now that water is no longer working against us, I feel more. My body is more attuned to what is happening. I’m sensitive in all the right places, and Ford has the key to every single spot.
“We need to get you out of this.” Ford’s voice is a sexy raspy tone as he assesses me from the waist up and back down.
“Likewise,” I counter, and my fingers begin to fumble with the belt of his jeans. The sound of the buckle loosening is mixed with our labored breaths as our lips run wild on our mouths and necks.
He uses his weight to lift us up, and we continue our journey upstairs. Ford walks us straight to his bedroom where he lays me down gently on his bed.
I bring my finger to my mouth to nibble as I watch Ford tower over me and step out of his pants.
Ford in dark boxer briefs and nothing else is a view I could stare out for hours, days, and years. I’m not into muscular overload on guys, but Ford is toned. I could take a marker—or my tongue—and trace every line.
A cocky smirk spreads on his mouth. “Better than the Ford in your fantasies?”
“Debating,” I quip.
Slowly, he steps forward, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress. My feet plant on the duvet with my knees up. All he would have to do is lift the skirt of my dress and I’m his for the taking.
His eyes shoot me a warning; pure sin is on his mind.
I gasp slightly when he touches my knees, and he glides the pads of his fingers up my thighs. Every inch higher causes the ache between my legs to intensify.
