The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(68)

I leaned across the space and kissed her forehead. “I made you choose, and you picked right. I never should have given you that ultimatum. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Sydney. But you don’t have to choose now. You can have both of us … if that’s what you want.”

There was so much emotion in her eyes. Not the kind that dripped, but the kind that stirred, that swirled. And she stayed silent while she gazed at me.

“Ford …” Her head dropped, her chest rising and falling so fast.

My breathing matched as I waited.

Every tick, every fucking beat excruciating.

When she finally glanced up again, there was a new kind of emotion in her stare.

One I was positive I recognized.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hands diving into my hair. “I would pick her over and over again. Everly means everything to me.” She took a breath. “But I want you both, and the truth is, I always have.”

I couldn’t wait.

My lips slammed against hers, and I held our faces together.

My tongue couldn’t wait either, slowly sliding into her mouth, tasting her.

That flavor.

That heat.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I reached behind her back, lowering the zipper until it hit the counter and I couldn’t go any farther. The space was enough to slip off the tiny straps from her arms. I tugged the material down her torso and thighs until it was well past her knees and on the floor. Her bra came off next, followed by her panties.

Her shoes fell.

She was finally naked.

The way I’d been dreaming about.

I glanced down her body, sighing as I took in this gorgeous sight. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I didn’t rush as I gazed back up. “How long I’ve waited?”

“Ford …” Her voice was as soft as her skin.

But I didn’t wait for a complete answer.

I just bent my knees and dived my face in between her legs, licking across her clit, my nose pressed against the top of her so I could breathe her in. “Fuck … that scent, that taste. It’s so fucking good.”

“Ford!” She shivered, and I caught her. “Oh my God!”

I wanted to savor her.

But I didn’t have the patience to take my time tonight.

I needed her wetness covering my face.

Her screams filling my ears.

I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit, two of my fingers sliding into her pussy. “So fucking tight,” I growled. I pulled back and slipped in, repeating that pattern.

Over and over.

Her hand was in my hair, yanking the strands, holding on like she was about to fall.

“Yes!” She arched her hips forward. “Yesss!”

I focused on the top, licking that sensitive spot, sucking it into my mouth while my hand picked up speed. She was tightening, closing in around me.

That was what I wanted.

For the orgasm to pound through her.

“I want to feel it, Sydney.” I pointed my tongue, using just the tip to swipe, giving her the pressure she needed. “I want to taste your fucking cum.”

Her legs were caving in toward my face, her knees bent, toes clinging to the edge of the counter.

I held her thighs apart.

I rubbed my beard against the inside of them, letting that bit of pain help her get there.

The second she really felt it, when she connected the roughness to pleasure, she jerked her hips forward and shouted, “Oh! Yes!”

She was seconds away.

I knew by the way her wetness was thickening, by the sound of her breaths.

By the way she was narrowing around me.

“Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come on my face.”

That was all it took.

“Ford!” she screamed. “Fuck!”

While she shuddered against my lips, her motion showed me the wave of pleasure as it moved through her stomach and up her chest. Her sounds told me how intense it was.

My hard-on banged against my goddamn jeans as I gazed up from between her legs, watching.

Listening.

Fucking relishing it.

She gripped my hair, her legs falling. “Ahhh!”

This time, I didn’t push her thighs apart.

I let the momentum take her wherever she wanted to go.

And I didn’t stop licking.

I didn’t stop sucking.

I didn’t stop fingering her.

Not until she completely stilled.

That was when my face left her pussy, and I unbuttoned the top of my shirt, giving me just enough room to pull it over my head.

“Get over here,” she demanded the second it dropped to the ground.

Her mouth found mine.

And right before our lips touched, I ordered, “Taste yourself.” While I mashed our mouths together, I unhooked my belt and loosened my pants and boxer briefs. “Tell me how fucking good it is, how good you are.”

“Ford,” she moaned.

I stepped out of the clothes that were around my feet and kicked off my shoes and socks, finally dragging my mouth away. “One second. I have a condom somewhere in my wallet.”

“Ford, no.”

I paused, looking at her.

“If we’re together, then you don’t need one,” she said. “I’m on the pill. We’re both safe … right?”