BELLE
I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten here. We’d meant to go to a restaurant for a date, but once we’d arrived, I didn’t want to sit in a room full of people, not when all I wanted was to be with Ford. It was meant to be a date, the traditional kind, but we’d thrown tradition out of the win
dow from the moment we first kissed.
But now we were here, his skin touching mine, and his words feeding my soul.
“Say you’ll be with me.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind how to answer him, but instead of telling him with words, I slowly lowered my feet off the coffee table and shuffled to the edge of the sofa. Ford gripped my inner thigh, not wanting to let go, and I felt the same.
I’d wished for him to touch me, just one last time, when I was staying in Five Oaks, and now we were here, just the two of us with nothing standing in our way. “You don’t need to ask,” I murmured, placing my hand on the side of his face. “You’ve never had to ask. I’ve been yours longer than you ever knew.”
His hand tightened on my leg, but other than that, he didn’t move a muscle. Was he waiting for me to make the first move? I wasn’t sure, but I was hell-bent on showing him how much I meant the words I just said, so I darted forward and slammed my lips onto his.
He growled, the sound causing a fire to light within me, and a second later, I was in the air, his arms around my waist, and then we were moving. “This wasn’t how it was meant to go tonight, Baby Belle,” he ground out, holding me tight against him. I wrapped my legs around him, able to feel exactly how he felt. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze connecting with mine. “We were meant to do this right.”
I shook my head and gripped his face in my hands. “It doesn’t matter what way we do it, Ford. As long as it’s you and me, it’ll always be right.”
My words had his eyes flashing, and he boosted me higher against him, causing me to moan at the friction. Each step he took on the stairs was deliciously enticing, and I didn’t look away from his hazel eyes. Something snapped when we made it to the top of the stairs, and I frantically undid the buttons on his shirt. As soon as there was enough room for me to push my hand underneath the material, I did, loving the feel of his tensed chest muscles. “God, I missed the feel of you,” I moaned out.
He groaned in response as he entered his bedroom, and the echo of the door slamming ricocheted around the room. The room was dark, the only light coming from the full moon high up in the sky. But that was all we needed to be able to look at each other. He slowly lowered onto the edge of the bed with me on his lap, and I placed my legs on either side of him, feeling his erection in just the right spot. The air swirled, the atmosphere burning to impossible temperatures.
He held me tightly, but I shuffled back and then stood on shaky legs. He watched me intently, his gaze not moving off me as I stepped out of my heels and then unlatched the button at the back of my neck. I relished in the way his nostrils flared as the halter neck dropped and revealed my chest. I hadn’t been able to wear a bra with this dress, and my body was different to how it had been, but I wasn’t ashamed of it. My body had kept Leo safe for all those months. My body had carried the baby we made together. So as I undid the side zipper, I bit down on my bottom lip, waiting to see what his reaction would be.
“Fuck,” Ford breathed out as the dress slipped over my hips and gathered in a pool of material at my feet. The black lace panties I’d put on underneath it had been just in case—and this, right now, was that just in case. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
He started to stand, but I shook my head and stepped forward. I placed my palm on his chest, feeling his heart thump against my palm. Taking control wasn’t something I yearned to do, but I craved to do it now. I was a different woman to who I had been back when we’d been staying in my college apartment. I’d been to hell and back, and I’d come out on the other side to Ford. So I needed to show him who I was now. I needed to show him how he made me feel.
I crouched down, my gaze not leaving his, and then undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. It opened fully, and he yanked his arms out of the sleeves, leaving him bare-chested—a sight I’d never get tired of. I ran the tip of my finger between his pecs, over his abs, and down to the button on his slacks. Licking my lips at the thought of him, I popped open the button and then undid the zipper.
“Jesus Christ, Belle,” he murmured, running his hand over the side of my face. “I’ll fucking blow before you’ve even touched me at this rate.”
Nerves rolled around my stomach at his words, and I gripped the waistband of his slacks and pulled. He understood my silent command and lifted his ass off the mattress. His cock sprung free, and I stared at it for a second.
A small bead of pre-cum gathered on the head, so I dipped down and swiped it away with my tongue. His cock twitched at the contact, and I grinned. He liked it, but so did I. I flicked my gaze up to his face, and his hooded eyes met mine as I opened my mouth and took him in completely. His hand moved to my head, gripping my hair, and I swirled my tongue around the base of him and then bobbed my head back up.
“Holy shit,” he gritted out. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
His words had me tensing my legs, needing to find my only relief, but it wasn’t about me right then. It was all about him. I placed my hands on his muscular thighs, and he twitched at the touch of my palms. I didn’t stop my ministrations as I moved my head up and down once more. I could have done it forever, but apparently, Ford was done with me driving him to the edge because he gripped me under my arms and lifted me up into a standing position.
“I can’t take much more,” he told me, his voice rough and deep. He trailed his palm between my breasts, his thumb lightly scraping over my nipple, and I gasped at the soft touch. It was so gentle and so erotic, all at the same time. My legs wobbled as he continued down until he was between my legs. “I need to touch you so bad,” he murmured, not moving his attention away from me as he ripped the lace off my body, baring me to him.
My body wanted to close my eyes, but I craved to watch him as he touched me, so I kept them trained on him, not willing to miss the opportunity. He ran his finger through my slit and circled around my clit, roaring the small flame into a fire I couldn’t control. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, every fiber of my being wanting to climb onto his lap, but his other hand against my hip held me in place.
I gritted my teeth and tensed my fingers into his velvet soft skin as he ramped up the pace, and I was so close. So very close. And just as I was about to dive off the cliff and into euphoria, he stopped.
My breaths sawed in and out of me, sweat beading against my skin. “Ford…”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and lowered me onto his lap. My legs automatically parted, and his cock sat at my entrance, waiting for me to push down onto it. I stared into his eyes, placed my hands on either side of his face, and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered down onto him. I knew I shouldn’t have because the doctor had told me I needed to wait six weeks until I could have sex again. But I just couldn’t wait. Not when it came to Ford.
His cock pushed against my walls and pulsated when I lowered all the way down. He didn’t let go of me, just held me tighter, one hand in the middle of my back, and one hand hooked over my shoulder.
We were chest to chest. Heart to heart. Soul to soul.
And then he said those magical three words. Eight letters which made my whole world tilt on its axis.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips centimeters from mine. His stare was unbreakable, his hazel eyes swirling with the truth. “I love you, Baby Belle.”