“Because giving you a front-row seat to my double chin while you’re still inside of me feels a little weird now that I’m not, you know…”
“Horny as fuck?”I finish for her.Again.
She smacks my chest, playfully.“Ford,” she whines.
“All right, all right.”I move to my right, then lean in and kiss beneath her chin.“And if I haven’t already made it clear, you’re the sexiest person I’ve ever laid eyes on.And that includes all this extra flesh I fantasize about.”
Propping her head in her hand, she gives me a pointed look.“You fantasize about my double chin?”
“I fantasize about my cum painting your chin after I fuck your tits,” I say.
With a gasp, she drops her head back to the mattress and covers her eyes.“Ford!”
“What?Is that a problem?”
“You can’t say things like that!”
“Why?You don’t like it?”I reach for her hand, forcing her to look at me.Considering how I made her come by sucking on her tits not so long ago, I figured she’d be into something like that, but what do I know?My eyes narrow as I take her in.Pink cheeks.Unable to hold my stare.Subtle squeeze of her thighs.Yeah, my girl likes the idea of me fucking her tits, she just isn’t ready to admit it.Not yet.With a smirk, I say, “Don’t worry, Bug.I’ll let you work up to it.”
Pressing her lips together, a lovely shade of pink spreading across her cheeks, she murmurs, “What am I going to do with you?”
“You’re going to ask me to stay the night.”
Her brows hitch.“Oh, I am?”
“Yeah.”
Her lips bunch like she tastes something sour.Not unpleasant, just…sour.But what’s more unnerving is the look in her pretty blue eyes.Gone is the innocent girl-next-door.Nope.She’s been body-snatched with a sexy detective.
“There a problem?Bug?”I question.
“One-night stands don’t stay the night.”
“This isn’t the first time we’ve hooked up,” I remind her.“And it’s not the last, either, so I’m pretty sure this doesn’t constitute a one-night stand.”
“Okay, casual hookups don’t stay the night.”
“And neither do friends of a friend,” I argue.“Guess that means we need a new title.”
Her brows lift, and honestly, I’m as shocked as she is.I shouldn’t be.I know I like her.I know I want her.I know the idea of someone else touching her or letting someone else touch me feels wrong.And I know I’m an impulsive bastard who likes what he likes and wants what he wants.And I want June Withers in all her naked, perfect glory.
“Ford…”
“Am I not allowed to want that?”I ask.“A new title?”
Nibbling the edge of her bottom lip, she holds my stare.“Why?”
“Why do I want a new title?”
“Yeah.Why do you want a new title when the way things are going feels like they’re right up your alley?”
I shouldn’t be surprised she’s calling me out for my bullshit past or my inexplicable change of heart, but I didn’t think I’d need to come up with an explanation.Honestly, I’m struggling to wrap my head around the shift, too.All I know is June is different.She was different from the moment we met.And the idea of fighting it after everything we’ve been through feels moot.
“You want the truth, June Bug?”I ask.
She nods.
“Maybe I’m tired of hanging out in the alley.”I drag my fingers along the swell of her cheek.“Maybe I want to be inside, cozied up next to the fire with Quasimodough baking in the oven.”
