“Ford,” she whispers.Her fingertips dance along my chest and onto my jaw as I kiss the edge of her mouth.
With a subtle smile, I widen my stance to match her height so her neck won’t hurt from our position, because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m ready to end this anytime soon.She tastes too good.Feels too good.Istoo good.Nibbling her bottom lip, I murmur, “Dammit, June.”
“What is it?”
My smile stretches against her lips.“You taste amazing.”
She swats at my shoulder before her fingers find the edge of my jaw again.I like it, though.The simple touch.Lifting her chin, she waits for me to kiss her.To lead us down whatever path we’re already on.Trouble is, it doesn’t feel like a casual stroll.It feels like we’re strapped to a rollercoaster, and the only thing left to do is enjoy the ride.
Between her shuddered breath teasing me with her innocence, and her fingertips tickling the edge of my jaw, I’m about to lose my damn mind.She’s not pushing me away.Nah.It’s like she’s exploring.And fuck, if it isn’t the hottest, most innocent yet addictive touch I’ve ever experienced.My grip on her waist tightens, fisting the fabric separating us, and I grind myself against her.
“Ford, someone could walk in?—”
“No one’s walking in.”I move in for another kiss and rub her nipple with my thumb, savoring the way it pebbles through her clothes.She’s so damn responsive.Is she like this with everyone?Fuck, I hope not.The idea of someone else doing this to her.Touching her like this, tasting her, and watching her squirm.It’s enough to make me pound on my chest and claim her for myself.Which is the last thing I should want.
Isn’t it?
“How do you know?”she whimpers.“How do you know no one will walk in?”
She really wants to know how screwed up I am?That I locked the front door before moving through the hidden walls in the house to the room I knew she was exploring?That I did all of it before I knew Bryan was really out of the picture?That I knew it would make me the other guy, even if they were never official, but I didn’t give a shit if it meant I could have another taste of June Withers?
I lean in for one more kiss, moving my lips against her mouth.I could do this for hours.No rush to this finish line.Just tasting and teasing and losing my mind over a girl who doesn’t belong to me.Her tiny moan makes it almost impossible to think straight, but I force myself to end the kiss, no matter how badly I want to continue.And fuck, do I want to continue.But first, I need permission.Again.
Resting my forehead against hers, I study her expression.“Tell me you want this.”
She licks her bottom lip, and I don’t miss the glazed look in her eyes.“Tell me no one’s going to walk in.”
The view of her swollen lips hits like a dose of Viagra, and I grit my teeth.“No one’s going to walk in.”
With a nod, she arches her back again, forcing her full tit into my palm even more.“Then yes, I want this.”
Fuck.Yes.I dive back in, peppering kisses along the side of her mouth, then along the column of her throat.Sucking the tender skin gently, I blindly explore the dip of her waist beneath her top with my free hand.“And this?”I murmur against her sweet skin.
“Yes.”
I move my hand higher, my fingers reaching the lacy bra beneath.“And this?”I push.
“Yes.”
Lifting my head from the crook of her neck, I push up her shirt until her tight nipples tease me through the white lace of her bra.Well, it was white.Now, lime green and hot pink taint the flimsy fabric, and fuck if it doesn’t bring with it a sense of pride.The view is even better than I imagined.So full and soft and perfect.My mouth waters, and I all but groan, “Fuck, I love these tits.”
With a light laugh, she points out, “You haven’t even seen them yet.”
“Something I should probably fix, don’t you think?”I squeeze them together, imagining my cock playing peekaboo as I thrust between them over and over again.
Fucking hell.
Dragging my gaze back to June, I quirk my brow and reach for the lacy cups covering her from my view.What I wouldn’t give to rip the bra from her, but I force my movements to be slow so she has the chance to tell me no.
Please don’t tell me no.
Instead, her mouth quirks up, and my dick jumps with anticipation.Fuck.Yes.I’ve dreamed about these tits since the moment we first met.Literally.The prospect is enough to make me salivate.Slowly, I lower the lacy fabric until her chest is on full display.And the view?I gulp.Fucking perfect.Tiny white stretch marks dance along her pale skin in the black light, turning her full breasts into a work of art.I drag my finger along one of the marks before my attention flicks back to her pretty blue gaze.
“Ford,” she whispers.
“I like it when you say my name.”Bending down, I kiss her gently as my hand finds her bare, silky skin.I palm her right breast again, testing the waters of what she might or might not be into now that she’s been stripped bare for me.If she was anyone else, I’d already be inside her, but this is June.And my little Bug?She isn’t a convenient snack.The woman deserves to be relished, slow and sweet.She melts against me, mewing quietly while sucking on my tongue like before.The feeling shoots straight to my cock, and I swear I could come just like this.
Fuck, June.You’re even sweeter than I imagined.
