Something Real (Whiskey Men, #2)(26)
I eat half the sandwich, lost in thought. The sun is starting to set, but the lights from downtown are beautiful from here.
I eat what I can of the sandwich and then sit back, lost in thought.
It’s only when I’m sitting in silence that I start to get antsy. I shouldn’t have walked away. I know I shouldn’t have.
I pick up the plate and carry it inside. I search around the room for Ford, and I assume he’s in the shower when I hear the water running in there.
I go to my own room, peeling off the bathing suit and then taking my own shower. I take my time, trying to relax, but I’m a bundle of nerves.
I shouldn’t have stopped what was happening.
As the water slides down my body, my skin tingles just remembering how it felt to have Ford’s hands on me. How long have I thought about it, imagined it, dreamt about it? Dang, since the first day I’ve met him, I’ve wondered what it would be like.
I had the opportunity in my hands, and I let it slip away. I’m a fool. A damn fool.
Since I was eighteen, I’ve done the right thing. Whatever was expected or needed of me, I’ve done it. He’s my boss, and I shouldn’t sleep with him. But for the first time ever, I don’t want to do what’s right. I want to do what I want.
I take my time in the shower. I lotion my entire body. I dry my hair and let my mind wander. But no matter how I look at it, I know I can’t let this go. I can’t leave here tomorrow without giving in to what I want.
I find the hotel robe on the back of my bathroom door. Putting it over my bare body, I cinch it around my waist and walk into the living room. Quietly, I stand here and listen. The shower is no longer running, but I peek into his room and it’s empty. The patio door is open a few inches, and when I look outside, I see his legs spread out in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, I push the door the rest of the way open. He’s drinking a beer, looking out into the night. “Ford.”
He takes a deep breath, and I expect to hear impatience in his voice, but I don’t. “Yeah, honey, you okay?”
I move to stand in front of him. He has a pair of shorts on and nothing else. He’s beautiful just like this, and in this instant, I know I’m doing the right thing. “I want you, Ford. I shouldn’t have stopped us earlier.”
His voice is gruff, but he leans forward, setting the beer on the table beside him. “Why did you stop, Lily? You don’t owe me anything. Hell, honey, you don’t even owe me a reason. If you don’t want—”
I cut him off because I figure it’s the only way to get my point across. “I do though. I do want you.”
I undo the tie at my waist and then let the robe fall to the ground around me. His eyes travel up and down my body. His breathing becomes labored, and he sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I reach for him. “Ford, please, I’m tired of always doing the right thing. I want this to happen. Please… please don’t make me wait anymore.”
He’s on his feet in an instant. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel the hard bulge of his manhood pressed against my belly. I lean into him, but his hands go to my upper arms, trying to keep me at a distance. “Are you sure, Lily? We don’t have to do this.”
I suck in a breath and try not to let my insecurity take me under. The truth is, Ford could have any woman he wanted. He’s a beautiful, generous, caring man. I know I’m probably not his usual type, but that doesn’t matter right now because I feel the proof of his desire. I jut my chin at him with a challenge. “I want you, Ford. I got caught up earlier in what’s right and what’s wrong, but the truth is, I can’t live with myself if I walk away. I’ve never…” I suck in a breath, hating the vulnerability I’m feeling but knowing I need to get it out. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Working with you day after day. Wishing and hoping for just one look, one touch, and one kiss. Please, Ford. Even if it’s only one night, I want it…. I want you.”
His hands go to my waist, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he turns and presses my back against the wall. The feel of the cool stone has me trembling, but I’m not cold for long. It’s like Ford has been caged up for months and is finally set free. I feel him everywhere. His hands caress my naked body while his mouth moves savagely across my skin. I tilt my hips toward his, and his erection hits me where I need him most. The moan that escapes me is loud and fills the silence around us. He jerks back to look at me, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment. It’s like I have no control around him.
He steps away from the wall and lets me slide down his body. When my feet hit the ground, he bends over to pick up the robe. I panic for an instant, wondering if this is some kind of payback and he’s going to send me packing.
But instead, he lays the robe on the chair he stood up from and sets me down on top of it. His knees hit the ground with a thud, but he doesn’t wince or act as if it hurts. He’s a man on a mission.
He puts his hand on my chest, pushing me back before taking hold of my knees and spreading my legs apart. He positions his shoulders, holding me open while his hands slide up my thighs. My hips rise in anticipation, and he smiles at me, knowing that he already has me on the very edge of control and it’s not going to take much for me to topple over.
He leans in and presses his nose to my pussy. With a deep inhale, his body shudders. “Fuck, you smell good.”