He leans against the wall, holding back the curtain and watching me wash my hair. His gaze is soft and unreadable. He could be admiring me or simply thinking of how to get me out of his house without making me cry.
By the time I wash conditioner from my hair, I’m fairly sure Ford approves of the view. I avoid looking at his erection since fucking is the last thing I want right now. Tired and depressed, I mostly feel exposed under his gaze.
Ford doesn’t touch me. He hands me a towel then changes places. I dry off and wrap my hair up on my head. My clothes aren’t in the bathroom and I don’t want to walk naked down the hall without Ford. So I lean against the wall and peek in at him.
Washing his hair then face, he doesn’t make a show for my benefit. I see him the way he is, not what he fakes for the world. Even gorgeous and powerful, he’s just a man.
The vulnerability everyone reveals when soaking wet in the shower makes him real to me in a way he hadn’t been before. My fear fades and I awake to this new reality. Ford is flesh and bone. In this moment, he’s a treasure, inspiring me to reach out and touch him.
Ford turns when my fingers brush his arm. He wipes water from his eyes and lets his gaze roll over my body. My nipples harden to pink points and I cross my arms over them. I think he’ll smirk at how he affects me. Instead, he finishes washing soap from his body.
Admiring his tanned shoulders, back, and chest, I imagine him shirtless in the summer. Does he work outside with Pax on their Harleys? Do they play sports? I think of them cooking burgers out back on a hot summer day. There’s so much I don’t know about Ford. Hell, I don’t even know what he’ll do in the next five minutes.
I assume he’ll want me to join him in the shower. When he turns off the water and dries off, his cock is hard and pre-cum rises at the tip. Yet Ford never makes a move for me. He only tosses his towel over the shower bar then heads for the door. He opens it, peeks outside, and gestures for me to go in front of him.
Ford shuts the bedroom door and I think he wants me to leave. I reach for my clothes until his fingers skim my spine. My body reacting immediately, I turn to him.
“I don’t know what you want,” I whisper.
Ford pinches my hard nipples. “It’s not that complicated.”
“You ignored me in the shower.”
“No,” he says, flicking my nipples and making me shiver, “that shower isn’t big enough for a good fuck and I need one. Watching you wash your hair was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ford sucks my lower lip then bites at it gently. “No, the hottest part was when you washed your pussy and grimaced because it had been fucked so hard. You were in pain, but you licked your lips too. Were you thinking about me?”
Breathing faster, I press my hands against his chest and feel his heart beating hard. He isn’t a disinterested fucker. Ford wants me and I feel no shame in admitting I want him too.
“I was,” I whisper, caressing his cock. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Ford shoves his hands into my hair and pulls me tight for a kiss that steals my breath. Our lips locked together, we shuffle back towards the bed. Ford eases me onto the bed. His lips never relent. I only breathe as he breathes. Then suddenly, his lips leave mine.
Nipping at my waist, Ford kisses my hands when they reach for him. Those return to my waist, moving lower. I whimper the moment his teeth stop tempting my inner thighs long enough for his tongue to find my clit.
My body begs me not to let him stop. I’m already so close when his hot, persistent tongue forces me into pure blinding bliss. I don’t know if I’m forming words. I might just be groaning or speaking gibberish. I’m lost in the pleasure. This time though, I know Ford will bring me back. I trust him as he sucks at my tender pussy.
Nearly stunned by the time Ford’s lips find mine again, I can’t keep up with his hunger. I slide my fingers over his muscled arms then caress the thick patch of hair on his chest. Quickly, he’s inside me, moving hard and fast.
The indifference he faked in the shower gone, Ford’s now a man possessed. I take great pride in the need in his dark blue eyes. This sexy beast wants me so much he can barely control himself. Hell, if I don't I feel like a frigging goddess.
23
Shay
Cat Scratch Fever
The Reed family room is staged for comfort rather than looks. Couches and chairs everywhere, I find a spot across from Ford who sits with his feet up on the coffee table. He’s close enough for my feet to touch his. Even hanging out, I’m not sure what happens next and I’m too afraid to ask.
We’re eating toasted tortilla chips with fresh guacamole. I imagined Ford and Pax ate shit and their fridge would be empty. Instead, they eat even better than I do at Darby’s. Once again, I’ve misread people.
Downstairs, a grumpy Pax works out with the stereo playing loud. I know he’s grumpy. After all, he announced I should stay the fuck away from him because he’s grumpy. I got his subtle message.
When Wheels in the Sky begins to play, I shiver. “I love this song.”