Luckily, I didn’t have much time to consider my options. Ford had already reached over and turned off the alarm, pulling me into his arms.
Well.
With that decision made, I snuggled into his embrace and fell back asleep.
Hours later, I woke up again—this time with Ford’s head between my thighs, his thumb pressed against my clit, his tongue lapping me up.
“Mmm,” I murmured, spreading my legs wider. “Good morning.”
I fisted the sheets as his mouth worked me hard, trying to relax as the pleasure coursed through me. There were plenty of worse ways to be woken up.
Soon enough, he was fucking me with his fingers, sucking my clit as his hand stretched my already sore body. After the workout he gave me last night, it should have felt like too much, but it didn’t. I came faster than I would have liked but not too hard, moaning dreamily.
It was the best kind of morning.
Or was it afternoon already? Once I recovered from my unexpected wake-up orgasm, I rolled over and turned my phone back on, finding a few texts from my brothers waiting for me.
Assuming you’re catching a flight back with Mr. Jealous, Luka had texted.But lmk if you get stuck and we’ll book something for you asap. This is a judgment-free zone.
And from Stefan:Talk soon and good luck with Ford. Call if you need anything.
I sent a group text so my brothers would know I was safe with Ford and apologized for missing the flight, letting them know I had simply slept in. I reassured them I’d be home soon and then sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching luxuriously.
The bedside clock said it was just past 10:30, which was a hell of a lot later than I usually got up but technically still counted as “morning”—which was good enough for me. Plus, it felt nice to sleep in. I couldn’t even be mad that Ford had shut off my phone to let me rest.
“I know you were planning to go back to Chicago with your brothers today,” Ford said, not looking even a little guilty about changing my plans by shutting my alarm off. “But I have another plan.”
I raised my eyebrow. I tried to be annoyed that he had made plans without consulting me, but it was nearly impossible to mad at that handsome, beat-up face.
“What’s the plan? Other than breakfast?” I asked as he came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders. “God, that feels good.”
“The plan is…” he said, dropping kisses along my neck, “we order room service—”
“I already like this plan,” I interrupted.
“And then…” He stopped with the massage, turning me around to face him. “Look, I know you came here to get some space. Probably from me. But the thing is, we need space together, too. Away from all the bullshit back home.”
Nodding, I said, “I know. It’s a lot to deal with.”
“So let’s get away. From my parents and Claudia and even your family. You have your passport, right?”
“Yeah, but…exactly how far are we going?” I asked. “Will we be crossing time zones?”
Ford cupped my face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “It’s a surprise. Do you trust me?”
“I—yes,” I said.
He grinned. “Good. Why don’t you hop in the shower while I order up some breakfast from room service, and then we’ll eat and head out? I’ll see if they have an avocado eggs benedict for you.”
The man had memorized my go-to breakfast order. How could he not be a keeper?
“Sounds perfect,” I told him.
By the time we got down to the lobby, I was bursting with excitement. And as it turned out, I had every reason to be.
After a short flight of less than one hour, Ford rented a car and drove us across the U.S. border to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. I’d never been before, and the place was more majestic than I could have imagined.
“What do you think?” Ford asked as we pulled into the parking area. “Worth it?”
