He broke away, his mouth wet and slightly swollen from the force of his kiss, and stared into her eyes.
“Say it again.”
She licked her lips, tasted his flavor coating them, and nearly moaned. “What?” That lone word was low, but he heard her nonetheless. His cock was hard and pressed against her belly. It was like a living entity, and she knew she had never felt anything as large as what was between Ford Wylde’s legs.
“Say my name again.” Ford lowered his face to hers until his lips brushed lightly against Talia’s. “When you say my name, it makes me think of my cock buried deep inside you.” He dragged his tongue along her bottom lip then whispered, “It makes me think of you screaming my name as you come all over me.”
Oh. My. God. He was going to have her climaxing from his filthy words alone. He kissed her again, hard and fast and so very alpha that her toes curled and her heart raced. The noises from the bar filtered around them, but he had them strategically placed so they were situated against the side of the building where the shadows wrapped around them and no prying eyes could see.
Ford Wylde gave himself to her, but it wasn’t soft and romantic, but hard and demanding, and wanting everything she was. Filth and drunks surrounded them, but right here, right now, it was just the two of them, and nothing else mattered. He ground himself against her belly, and even through the rough denim of his jeans, she felt him swell even further.
“When I get you under me, I’m going to explore every inch of your body with my tongue. There isn’t going to be any part of your flesh that I don’t memorize.”
Her pussy was so unbelievably wet, and her pulse beat in her clit. She couldn’t lie and not say she didn’t like being pressed against the side of a building with his dirty words filtering around her, but what she wanted the most was to actually have him deliver on all these promises. He gave her one last deep, penetrating kiss and grabbed her hand.
They made their way briskly to his truck, and after he helped her in and was seated in the driver side, they headed down the road. They didn’t speak, but the heat and electricity that filled the interior wrapped around her in an intimate, scalding way.
Twenty minutes later and they were pulling onto a small dirt road. Another five minutes after that and she was starting to have some serious doubts on what she was doing.
There was no doubt she wanted him, but this was starting to seem like a very dumb move on her part, especially as darkness clawed at the truck like an old friend, and they drove even deeper into the heavily lined forest.
Yes, she might have made a mistake.
8
“You’re thinking too hard.” Talia looked over at Ford, and he grinned but didn’t take his eyes off the road. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. Your animal trusts me, yeah?” He pulled the truck in front of a modest-sized cabin and turned off the engine.
He shifted his body so he partially faced her and waited for her to respond.
Thick trees surrounded the cabin, and even though the sun had already set, she could see the beautiful craftsmanship. “Give your brother a call and tell him you made it safe and sound… although I doubt he’d really like hearing that.” He gave her a very wolfish grin, and she felt her unease disappear
Yes, her fox trusted him implicitly, and she trusted her fox. She may have some natural doubts, but she had her animal instincts, and they were telling her that Ford Wylde was not dangerous—well, not to her anyway.
She gave her brother a quick call, which only had him cursing and telling her he should have made her stay put. After assuring him she was fine and then quickly getting off the phone, she glanced at Ford through the corner of her eye. He was watching her, but she couldn’t gauge what he was thinking by his expression.
“Come on, little fox.” Ford climbed out of the truck and made quick work at rounding the front of the truck and coming to the passenger side. He pulled the door open, and before she could get out, Ford had his hands around her waist and was hauling her out of the truck.
Her bear shifter pulled her right up against his body and with purposeful movements let her body slide along his until her feet hit the ground.
She wasn’t small by any means, but when she was next to Ford, feeling all his bulging muscles press against her softness, she felt tiny and feminine. He was strong, virile, masculine, and fierce. He was everything she envisioned in a male, and she was about to have him.