Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
For a minute, we both just try to catch our breaths, our limbs tangled together and sweat coating our bodies. It feels so natural to lie here in his arms, sated and happy, like this was where I was always meant to be. I tilt my head back for a kiss, and Ford kisses me deeply and sweetly until I can’t deny my own feelings any longer.
No matter how crazy it may be, I’m falling for him.
5
FORD
Iwake before Faith does, who’s sleeping like an angel on my chest. Her hair had dried from our shower last night and splayed over my skin and the pillows like a golden halo. For all the sass she has when she’s awake, she looks so peaceful when she’s dreaming. Peaceful and fucking edible.
Neither of us bothered getting dressed after we got cleaned up, and as she shuffled a little in her sleep, the blankets fell away to expose her soft, pale skin and delicious curves.
I meant what I told her before we came back to her place last night. She’s mine now. I feel like a caveman, growling and staking my claim, feral at the thought of another man even coming close to her.
I can’t bring myself to feel even remotely bad for it, though.
Faith stirs, yawning and stretching as she wakes up. I brush her hair out of her face as she blinks her blue eyes open, looking up at me. The sight of her sleepy smile steals the air from my lungs, and I forget how to breathe for a second.
“Good morning, handsome,” she murmurs, snuggling closer to me as I play with her hair.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I say back, my voice still thick and low with sleep and rising desire.
“What time is it?” Faith asks, wriggling and starting to sit up to reach for her phone.
I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me, stopping her from moving away. “Don’t know, don’t care,” I mumble as I kiss her, smiling when she giggles against my lips.
“Shouldn’t we get up and eat breakfast and get ready?” she asks, raising a brow at me.
“Now that you mention it, I am starving,” I reply, grabbing her as I turn us so she’s on her back and I’m above her. She squeals, arms wrapping around me automatically as we cling to each other like we’ve been together far longer than just one night.
“Then why are we still in bed?” she laughs, shaking her head at me.
I grin down at her, feeling feral for this girl. “Oh, baby. It’s not food I’m hungry for.”
Faith’s eyes widen, and a bright pink blush takes over her cheeks. Her plush lips form a silent oh, and when I kiss her, she moans against my mouth, her body arching up against me. I kiss her deeply, claiming her mouth just like I plan to claim every inch of her body. I trail kisses down her neck then over her chest, making her gasp and squirm.
“But we’ll be late for work…” she says, though it’s clear she’s not protesting my plan.
“I’ll be quick, promise,” I swear, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m going to work without the taste of my girl on my tongue. “Now spread these pretty thighs for me, baby,” I murmur against her stomach. “Let me feast on what’s mine.”
Faith whispers my name as she parts her legs, letting me settle between them. I glance up at her, finding her wide-eyed gaze locked on me, desire shining in the ocean blue of her eyes.
I hold her gaze as I dip my head, dragging my tongue through the center of her. I groan against her, one hand on her thigh, the other on her hip to hold her in place for me to eat.
“Fucking delicious, Faith,” I growl, licking the taste of her off my lips. “So wet for me, too. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Ford,” she gasps, and I swear that the melody of my name on her lips is my new favorite sound.
My cock is rock hard and begging for her, but the desire to make her unwind on my tongue is far stronger than the desire for my own pleasure. Her hands fist in the bed sheets as I tilt her hips, giving myself easier access to my breakfast before I devour her. My tongue traces every inch of her sweetness, dipping inside of her, circling her clit, driving her pleasure higher and higher until she’s chanting my name breathlessly, clawing at the sheets.
I drink her in, savoring every reaction she has, the way her thighs tighten right before she comes, gasping and shuddering beneath my touch. I don’t let up until she’s shaking from overstimulation, then I place one last kiss on her clit before I force myself to pull away.