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I half expected him to pull me back, expose me to his intense gaze again while snow drifted across the window outside. The luxury of being so warm and naked in the glistening reflected light on Christmas Eve morning left me lightheaded.
But Ford did none of what I expected, holding true to form. Instead, his magnificent, ripped body rose over me. He braced one taut forearm over my head, leaning down to kiss me deeply as I tasted myself on his lips. The erotic, slippery feel left me writhing a little beneath him, though his body barely contacted mine.
I did use the opportunity to perv on my unexpected lover, running my hands along his biceps to his shoulders, memorising the hard lines and deep curves of his musculature.
“No wonder you looked so good in that suit last night,” I muttered, tracing over his pecs and tapping Pickles’ face. “Won’t he be jealous?”
Ford stared down at me. “Is that what you think?”
I didn’t get to answer before he kissed me again, a little harder than before, and I couldn’t work out which question he answered, or if he answered anything at all.
This man is a master at evasion.
And a few other things.
When he drew back I was breathless, and my hands continued their Mister Millham tour all on their lonesome. I stopped over the fingers of ink I’d seen tantalising flashes of before, and traced over them but they weren’t the tribal ink I thought. More like a road map....or something digital.
Deus nolans exituus.
I frowned, reading the words inked into his flesh. “God...doesn’t want. No. That’s wrong. My Latin is crap. Uh, something about forever results?”
“Get results, whether God is willing or not,” Ford translated softly. “I decided at twenty I no longer wanted to put my fate in others’ hands, and wanted to take control.”
My heart wept for him. “What–” His face closed and I changed tack. “Why the computer parts?” I tilted my head to one side. “Not computer...more like a robot.”
He grinned. “I couldn’t decide between that anddeus ex machina, god from the machine. So I took a bit of both.”
“Of course you did,” I said dryly as he laughed above me. “Mister Skynet.”
But the dual meaning, taking hold of his own destiny without anyone else’s help required, being the unexpected voice within the machine that conquered all...it suited him.
And I felt very small and frivolous beneath him.
“Am I that terrifying?” he asked softly, dipping his head to kiss along my throat, over my collarbone.
I wiggled at the tickling sensation. “No. Just...I feel small, next to you. You’ve got everything going on. I’m just a girl who tries to bring a little Christmas spirit in a city that sometimes forgets the meaning.”
“And you don’t see that as a critical function?” His brow creased. “Because I see magic in what you do, and who you are. It’s one of the reasons I’m–” He froze above me, his face a mask.
I shifted. “Yeah. Terrifying. Utterly.”
He laughed again, trailing one hand along my side and gripped my hip, flipping me over. I squealed as I face planted in the soft bedding, the warmth of it sucked from my body and then wrapped around me in a dizzying inverted motion. Cold air assailed my back for a moment before Ford’s weight settled over me.
“Oh–” I shuddered at the contact.
One arm slid between me and the bedding as he gathered me close, his nose brushing along my throat, his tongue flicking the shell of my ear. “So fucking beautiful. So full of energy and magic and chaos. You’re everything I want.”
Breath left me at the declaration. “You’re going to give me a god complex,” I whispered into the sheets. “Or at least an elf one.” I turned my head, resting my cheek on the pillow Ford pulled beneath me, and clung to his arm.
Foil crackled and his knee slid between my thighs, pushing my legs apart.
“Wrap your hands around my arm, Nisha.” His voice was low and rough, caressing the back of my neck in an undeniably intimate gesture. Hairs rose three and I shivered.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to need to hold on.”
“I am?” The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I gasped.
