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“What are you... oh my God, what are you doing?” Wren moves on her own, grinding, sliding, and threading her fingers through my hair as she fucks my face.
I would tell her I'm not the one doing anything. She’s doing all the work, using me, bucking her hips, and riding my face like a mechanical bull. But there’s no use talking. Her high-pitched screams would easily drown out my voice.
“Ford!I’m coming! I’m coming!” Wren’s voice breaks as her thighs jump, and her slippery pussy gushes arousal into my mouth. She keeps sliding, her muscles rippling as tiny tremors nearly knock her off me.
I lift her off and flip her over, mesmerized by the dazed but satisfied look in her blue eyes. My heart swells with pride. It’s not every day a man finds the love of his life and makes her sing with ecstasy.
But today, I am that man.
CHAPTERTWELVE
“You’re leaving? Really?” Wren fastens the tiny string at her waist and straightens her dress. She searches the floor for the panties in my pocket, then gives up, following me into the foyer.
Before I reach the door, I turn to face her, placing my hand on the small of her back and tugging her forward. Her tiny hands land on my chest, and I thread my fingers through hers. “There’s no rush, little bird. I want us to take our time and learn about each other—slowly. It’s not an exaggeration to confess that I’m dying to take you upstairs and make love to you until the sun rises, then whisper good morning in your ear. But we have time. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t let you get away.” I sigh, having relieved my soul of words I’ve held in since the minute she said hello.
Wren’s head falls forward, resting her forehead against my chest. “How are you so perfect? I hope this isn’t an act for my benefit because it’ll be such a letdown when you show your true colors,” she chuckles softly, then tilts her head, her eyes narrowed with mock suspicion. “Please be the real thing.”
I bend forward, clasping her waist and lifting her thighs onto my hips. With our height difference, it’s the easiest way to kiss her. My mouth covers hers, smothering her plump lips and devouring the taste of her breath. I could kiss her for hours and only stop to come up for air.
“I want to see you tomorrow. I can’t go a whole day without you.” I confess my obsession with no thought for the consequences. She may not be ready for the kind of relationship I want and need, but she should know my intentions.
“Would you like to go to brunch?” Wren asks as she trails kisses along the hollow of my neck. I need to leave, or my resolve will crash and burn in a fiery pit of regret. My aching dick can hardly take much more. I’ve spilled so much precum in my jeans, there’s a good chance it seeped onto her dress.
“I’ll make reservations and come get you at 10:00.” A growl vibrates in my chest as I recapture her lips, consuming her soft kisses as we whisper goodnight and goodbye.
I don’t want to leave, but staying would be a mistake. And I want to do things right.
Wren waves one last goodbye from her door, and I wait for the sound of the bolt before descending her stoop. My stomach churns with each step. It’s the right thing to do. I repeat that phrase multiple times as my boots hit the pavement and walk a short distance to my car.
We can’t rush things. I don’t want Wren to mistake sex for love and regret her decision months from now. She and I come from different worlds, and she'll undoubtedly suffer grief for choosing an unsuitable man. I want her to be sure I’m worth it because once she’s mine, I may never be able to walk away.
I tap the button on my key fob and unlock my door, crossing the front to reach the driver’s side. My heart clenches, pounding so violently I feel a dull pain in my sternum. What the hell am I doing? She wants me. I want her. Why am I making it so difficult?
Because it’s the right thing to do.
I shut the door and start the engine, staring at her house through my foggy windshield. Wren suddenly appears in her bay window, gazing into the night and scanning the street for signs of my car. At least, I hope she’s looking for me.
She lifts her hand to her forehead, perhaps shielding the harsh glare from a streetlamp, then locks eyes with mine. I gaze helplessly at how her white sundress clings to her body, her dark locks brushing her shoulders, and those hypnotic blue eyes that lure me in like a siren’s song.
I run my hand through my beard and scratch my tingling skin. While I consider my next move, the scent of her pussy floats into my nostrils. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, shuddering as the molecules alter my rational brain and send me flying out of the car. Wren spots me returning, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, like a man on a mission. She disappears from the window and swings her front door open, racing down her stoop and then jumping into my waiting arms.
Fuck it. The heart wants what it wants.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
“You came back!” I exclaim excitedly as Ford carries me inside and bolts the door behind us. I’m a weak woman for giving in so soon, but my heart plummeted when I thought he’d drive away. There's no way I would have made it through the night without texting him and begging him to return. I know he thinks I need time to think, but there’s a reason the universe put him in my path. In a city of eight million, I would have never found him on my own.
“I’m taking you to bed, little bird. You need room to spread your wings and legs before I spread you open with my cock,” Ford groans into my ear as he carries me upstairs.
My brain short-circuits from the feel of his giant hands cupping my ass. “The one on the third floor,” I gasp between kisses. “The big bedroom with the window overlooking the street.”
“Is this what you want, little bird? You can say no, any time you want,” Ford whispers, his brown eyes blazing into mine as he steps into my bedroom. The room is dark, solely illuminated by the light of the moon streaming through the sheer curtains, but I see every chiseled angle of his gorgeous face when he sets my feet on the floor in front of him.
“I’m sure this is what I want. I wish I'd met you sooner, so this would be our twentieth time making love, not our first. So, I’d know what pleases you and wouldn’t worry about letting you down.” My words emerge in a stuttering rush as I confess feelings I shouldn’t share. Ford makes it easy to be honest. I never feel he judges me or expects me to be different.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
Ford shakes his head once as he leans forward and wraps his hand behind my neck. He threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me in, sealing his lips to mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss that quickly turns dominant. Hard. Punishing. He smothers my lips, stealing my breath as our passion builds.
