28. Ford
FORD
I kiss June deeper, lifting her head and pushing my tongue into her waiting mouth while smearing the paint against her silky smooth skin with my hand.
The irony isn’t lost on me. The way I’m sullying her.
Tainting her. Marking her. Both literally and figuratively.
Fuck, it’s only the beginning, and in a way, it was only a matter of time, too.
I would feel bad if I wasn’t such an ass.
But after all the nights I’ve spent dreaming about this moment, the moment when I could finally kiss the shit out of June Withers while simultaneously giving my brother and Fireman Bryan two middle fingers in the process, is a moment worth relishing.
To be honest, it’s a goddamn miracle I waited until Fireman Bryan was out of the picture.
Then again, I guess I didn’t wait because this isn’t the first time I’ve tasted June Withers, and I refuse to let it be the last.
I’ve been watching her all night. I know I shouldn’t have.
Not when I had no idea she’d broken up with Bryan.
Gotta admit, she surprised the hell out of me when she jumped off the balcony earlier.
Didn’t think she had it in her. Watching the way she laughed afterward, holding her stomach and wiping the tears from her eyes.
It was the prettiest damned thing I’d ever seen.
Doesn’t mean I should’ve followed her here, let alone cornered her, though.
Not that I’d take it back. Especially now, when my mouth is finally on hers again.
She sucks on my tongue greedily, a tiny mewl hitting the back of her throat.
The combination shoots straight to my cock.
I move my unpainted hand to her hip and push her harder against the wall as my restraint threatens to buckle.
Trouble is, she’s too damn hard to resist. The things I could do to her.
June’s fingers cling to the front of my shirt, and she raises her chin even more, practically begging me to fuck her right here. Right now.
My hand slides from her hip to her ribcage, and she arches her back, pressing her front to mine.
Fuck, does she want this as much as I do?
Inching higher, I pause, letting her heavy breast rest on top of my hand as I wait for permission.
For a chance to take this further. “Tell me you’re gonna let me touch you, June.
” I lower my painted palm to the wall beside her head. “Tell me to touch you.”
“Touch me,” she breathes out.
The simple plea is like gasoline on an already lit inferno.
I lean in and nip at her bottom lip, then pull away so I can take in her expression in the purple light, since it’s only a matter of time until we’ll be blanketed in darkness again.
Holding her gaze, I watch the spark in her pretty blue eyes.
Call me a fool, but I think I was right before.
I think she wants this as much as I do. Her lips part as my hand wanders higher.
Inch. By. Fucking. Inch. When I finally palm her right breast through her shirt, she gasps.
It’s quiet. So damn quiet that if we were anywhere else, I’m not sure I would’ve heard it, which would’ve been a travesty.
That sound? That sound is one I know I’ll never forget. One I know will haunt me long after whatever is burning between us has fizzled into nothing but ashes. And already, I know I’ll miss it.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” I press my groin to hers, letting her feel the swell of my cock against her stomach while I continue caging her in against the wall.
Practically panting against my mouth, she asks, “Do what?”
“Worship you.” Removing my hand from the wall, I dip it in one of the cups beside us.
I don’t give a shit what color it is, I’m determined to mark her in as many ways as I can before she realizes she can do better.
She’s too distracted to call me out for it, though I don’t think she’d stop me anyway.
Once I’m satisfied the wet liquid envelops my fingers, I trail them down her body, leaving a smear of paint across her top as I kiss her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth while searching for bare skin.
When I reach the hem of her shirt, I shift my touch an inch higher, grasping her waist while continuing my assault on her right breast with my opposite hand.
She really is perfect. Soft. Full. Heavy.
The urge to shove her shirt up fully and have my way with her is so strong it takes everything inside of me to slow down, but the last thing I want to do is scare her or pressure her to do something when she isn’t ready.
“Ford,” she whispers. Her fingertips dance along my chest and onto my jaw as I kiss the edge of her mouth.
With a subtle smile, I widen my stance to match her height so her neck won’t hurt from our position, because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m ready to end this anytime soon. She tastes too good. Feels too good. Is too good. Nibbling her bottom lip, I murmur, “Dammit, June.”
“What is it?”
My smile stretches against her lips. “You taste amazing.”
She swats at my shoulder before her fingers find the edge of my jaw again.
I like it, though. The simple touch. Lifting her chin, she waits for me to kiss her.
To lead us down whatever path we’re already on.
Trouble is, it doesn’t feel like a casual stroll.
It feels like we’re strapped to a rollercoaster, and the only thing left to do is enjoy the ride.
Between her shuddered breath teasing me with her innocence, and her fingertips tickling the edge of my jaw, I’m about to lose my damn mind.
She’s not pushing me away. Nah. It’s like she’s exploring.
And fuck, if it isn’t the hottest, most innocent yet addictive touch I’ve ever experienced.
My grip on her waist tightens, fisting the fabric separating us, and I grind myself against her.
“Ford, someone could walk in—”
“No one’s walking in.” I move in for another kiss and rub her nipple with my thumb, savoring the way it pebbles through her clothes.
She’s so damn responsive. Is she like this with everyone?
Fuck, I hope not. The idea of someone else doing this to her.
Touching her like this, tasting her, and watching her squirm.
It’s enough to make me pound on my chest and claim her for myself. Which is the last thing I should want.
Isn’t it?
“How do you know?” she whimpers. “How do you know no one will walk in?”
She really wants to know how screwed up I am?
That I locked the front door before moving through the hidden walls in the house to the room I knew she was exploring?
That I did all of it before I knew Bryan was really out of the picture?
That I knew it would make me the other guy, even if they were never official, but I didn’t give a shit if it meant I could have another taste of June Withers?
I lean in for one more kiss, moving my lips against her mouth.
I could do this for hours. No rush to this finish line.
Just tasting and teasing and losing my mind over a girl who doesn’t belong to me.
Her tiny moan makes it almost impossible to think straight, but I force myself to end the kiss, no matter how badly I want to continue.
And fuck, do I want to continue. But first, I need permission. Again.
Resting my forehead against hers, I study her expression. “Tell me you want this.”
She licks her bottom lip, and I don’t miss the glazed look in her eyes. “Tell me no one’s going to walk in.”
The view of her swollen lips hits like a dose of Viagra, and I grit my teeth. “No one’s going to walk in.”
With a nod, she arches her back again, forcing her full tit into my palm even more. “Then yes, I want this.”
Fuck. Yes. I dive back in, peppering kisses along the side of her mouth, then along the column of her throat. Sucking the tender skin gently, I blindly explore the dip of her waist beneath her top with my free hand. “And this?” I murmur against her sweet skin.
“Yes.”
I move my hand higher, my fingers reaching the lacy bra beneath. “And this?” I push.
“Yes.”
Lifting my head from the crook of her neck, I push up her shirt until her tight nipples tease me through the white lace of her bra.
Well, it was white. Now, lime green and hot pink taint the flimsy fabric, and fuck if it doesn’t bring with it a sense of pride.
The view is even better than I imagined.
So full and soft and perfect. My mouth waters, and I all but groan, “Fuck, I love these tits.”
With a light laugh, she points out, “You haven’t even seen them yet.”
“Something I should probably fix, don’t you think?” I squeeze them together, imagining my cock playing peekaboo as I thrust between them over and over again.
Fucking hell.
Dragging my gaze back to June, I quirk my brow and reach for the lacy cups covering her from my view. What I wouldn’t give to rip the bra from her, but I force my movements to be slow so she has the chance to tell me no.
Please don’t tell me no.
Instead, her mouth quirks up, and my dick jumps with anticipation.
Fuck. Yes. I’ve dreamed about these tits since the moment we first met.
Literally. The prospect is enough to make me salivate.
Slowly, I lower the lacy fabric until her chest is on full display.
And the view? I gulp. Fucking perfect. Tiny white stretch marks dance along her pale skin in the black light, turning her full breasts into a work of art.
I drag my finger along one of the marks before my attention flicks back to her pretty blue gaze.
“Ford,” she whispers.