Sure enough, a smile I’d never seen split his face wide open. A breath whooshed out of me. Good golly, Miss Molly! He was hot. It always surprised me how attractive he was. Those little glimpses of his passion were like catnip to me. But still. This was no time for laughter.
He laughed harder.
“Ford.” I shoved him harder this time in outrage.
“Sorry…sorry. Hang on.”
His shoulders shook and soon a deep barreling laugh I would have never expected came out of him. And goddammit, it was sexy too. Only now was so not the time I wanted to discover his sexy smile and drop-dead gorgeous laugh. Now it was handsy-fun-times.
“Fine. Have your little laugh fest.” I shoved past him and made for the stairs. I mumbled to myself. “I’ll just go take care of things myself. What else is new? Like a freaking nunnery in this house.”
I made it about half way up the stairs when I was captured from behind.
“Not so fast.”
His voice had a light, playful tone but his actions spoke louder. His large arms encased me. The force of him caught me by surprise. I fell forward on the plush carpet, not hard enough to hurt. He made sure of it when we tumbled forward. Ford pressed into my body, making his want clear for me but not crushing me. I was trapped beneath him and so happy about it.
“What are you doing?” I arched myself into him and he groaned. “I thought you wanted to stop.”
“Suzie.” He ground into me. We were like teenagers! “The very last thing I want to do is stop.”
We were rocking against each other in tempo, though the music stopped a long time ago. His nose nuzzled my neck and hair. I turned my head to taste him. He was braced on his forearms but he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. He teased me with more kisses and his short beard. The contrast between his rough beard and gentle kisses was almost too much. I clenched and relaxed, building and building.
I wanted him inside me.
“I didn’t want to fuck you against the wall in front of the window for God and everyone to see.” That accent was back. Southern, dirty, and so very hot. Damn this man.
“Oh,” I said. After a beat, I added, “I’m fine with that.”
He laughed again but this time it was mixed with a frustrated growl. “Then we will do it another time.” He whispered into my ear as he rubbed his rock-hard package against me. I met him motion for motion. “We will do it on every fucking surface of this house.”
“Imagine Jack and his Lysol after that.”
He cracked up again into my shoulder. “Jesus, you’re funny.”
My nipples were getting no satisfaction at this angle. The steps dug into my ribs and hips despite his attempt to not crush me. I pushed up a little and he rolled off to the side. I rolled over to face him.
“And you’re so handsome when you laugh. I want to make you laugh all the time.”
He pushed the hair behind my ear. “You make me feel…so many things.”
I blushed into my arm holding me up.
“Suzie?”
“Ford?” I looked up and his eyes were as dark as the night of Halloween. I wondered how much of that inner beast was in control now. Was it wrong that I hoped all of it was? I hoped he had no rational thought left.
“I just want…” He frowned and shook his head. He tried to speak again but I held up my finger to his mouth.
“Show me,” I whispered.
He leaned over me until I was on my back. If there were stairs digging into me or neighbors watching or the world spinning outside, I didn’t notice any of it. All I saw was the way Ford looked at me as he lowered to kiss me.
And the man could kiss.
He took his time; he caressed and teased and invaded and retreated. He drove me to the brink with his kiss. I was overwhelmed with the emotion I felt, with the arousal I felt.
After a minute he stood up off me. This time I didn’t protest. I reached for him and he hauled me to his chest. Without speaking, he led me to his bedroom. He closed the door and suddenly I was as nervous as a teenager. You’d thought I’d never been with a man. I guess I never had been with a real man—at least none like Ford.
