“Good.” He pops the button on my jeans, exposing the top of my panties, and places another kiss. My hips rise to meet him. I’m losing—again. Ford looks up at me, giving me a sly smile, then grips either side of my jeans, tugging them down my legs.
“Ford!” I sit up, grabbing his hands. “I concede. The last thing I want is for your mom to catch me with my pants around my ankles.” I shove his shoulders. “I should’ve known you’d be relentless.”
“You’ll play in the powderpuff game tomorrow?” He asks, smiling.
“Yes, I’ll play.” I huff, grabbing my pants.
“Excellent.” He grips the hem of his shirt, taking it off.
“What are you doing?” I pull his shirt out of his hands when he tries to toss it.
“My mom’s not home.”
“What? Yes, she is. Her car’s in the garage.”
“A friend picked her up. They were going to yoga and then dinner. She said she’d be home late.”
I push Ford back on the sofa, leaning over him. “I can’t decide if I’m mad at you or more madly in love with you. You played me.”
“I know. I want to be sorry, but it was so much fun.” He bunches my shirt up, helping me take it off. I sit up and push my bra down my arms, slipping it off. Ford’s eyes glaze over, and he reaches his hand out, but I slap it away.
“Take your pants off, Cross.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles, pushing his jeans and briefs down his hips together. I bend down, kissing his chest. I flick my tongue out, tasting him, and then trail a wet line down his six-pack. His abs bunch and tighten under my touch. Ford threads his hand through my hair. I slip down lower, letting my thumb slide up his hard length. Before I can go any further fun, Ford hooks his hands under my arms, lifting me and throwing me on my back. He hovers over me, a devilish smile on his face. I cross my arms, hiding my chest. “That wasn’t nice. I was having fun.”
“Trust me, any more teasing and the fun would’ve been over.” Ford laughs.
“Oh well, we wouldn’t want that.”
Ford brushes a kiss against my collarbone. “No, because the fun’s just getting started.” He traces a finger along the ridge of my panties and then helps me remove them. He disappears over the side of the sofa, fumbling with his pants, and then sits up with a condom in his hand. I hold my arms for him, and he moves up my body, balancing his weight on his elbows. I lift my head, our mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. “Ford, please,” I beg, tightening my arms around his back, bringing him down to me, so we’re chest to chest. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips.
“Are you ready?” He asks, his hand skimming down my side and between my legs.
“I’m ready. Take me.” I shift my hips, and I feel him at my entrance. With a swift thrust, he fills me, and I’m lost in everything I feel for Ford.
We’re lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. My head is against his shoulder, and he’s lazily rubbing my back. “Did you know your mom was going to be gone? Did you plan this?”
“I would’ve if I’d known, but no. I told her you were coming over to study and hang out. She said that was great. She came out of her room in her yoga clothes right before you got here and said she was leaving. I said, what about my plans with you? My mom said she’d lie for us, and we deserved some time alone.”
I lift my head, resting my chin on his chest. “The more I get to know your mom, the more I like her.”
“Ever since my parents split, she’s made more effort to be there for me. She still goes and does her thing, but she checks in more and makes sure I’m okay, and I have everything I need.”
“I’m glad things are better with her.” I sigh and sit up, letting the blanket fall off me. “Do I have to play in the powderpuff game tomorrow?”
Ford runs the back of his hand down my sternum and between my breasts. “You lost a bet.” He glances at me but then goes back to staring at my chest.
“I know.”
He glides his fingers along the slope of my right breast. My breath hitches and pleasure shoots down my body. “Are you completely against playing in the game?” he asks.
I close my eyes. I’m not sure what my problem is. The actual playing part sounds fun. It’s just that a lot of the senior girls aren’t my friends. “Are Bree and her friends playing?”
“Bree isn’t, but Melissa, Chanel, and Alison are.” Ford kisses the upper curve of my breast. “What if I promised you’d never have to play a down with them? I’ll have Beckett put them on defense.”
“You promise?” His teeth scrape against my nipple, then he sucks it into his mouth. I groan with pleasure, my hands automatically reaching out for him.
He lays me back against the sofa. “I promise.”
