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Blocking the section where she was making her mark, she sprayed, shook, and sprayed again. With a flourish, she stepped back. “Ta-da!”
The symbol for Ford trucks stood out against the dark rock.
“Get it?” Happiness shone through her features, and right then and there, he didn’t have to wonder anymore. No might or maybe about it.
Falling in love with Violet had snuck up on him. He wasn’t sure what to do about it, and the idea of telling her caused pressure to cumulate beneath his ribs.
Instead, he decided to show her. He drew her to him and planted a kiss on her still-smiling lips. He meant to just take a taste, but all it did was whet his appetite and awaken his carnal side.
Breaths sawed in and out of their mouths.
Hers…
His…
Theirs.
And before he could analyze and stifle the words, he said, “I want you to stay.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
It took Violet a handful of seconds to figure out where she was.
Different ceiling than at Maisy’s, and then there were the warm bodies. A large male with dark disheveled hair, strong arms, and massive legs rested against her right side. She was tempted to drag her toes up his calf, but the canine curled on top of her feet prevented it.
Both she and Trouble had been told there were no dogs on the bed, but evidently Trouble had conveniently forgotten.
As if her German shepherd puppy sensed she’d awoken, he perked up his head. One of his brown-and-black ears flopped over in that ridiculously adorable way that it did, and Violet patted her stomach and whispered, “Come here, buddy.”
Pyro also lifted his head from his doggy bed on the floor.
Violet wondered how much trouble she’d get in if she told Pyro he could join them.
Before she could deliberate the pros and cons, Trouble bounded onto her chest and went to licking her face.
Ford grumbled as he cracked open an eye. “Pretty sure I told you two that there were no dogs allowed on the bed. You baby him too much.”
“That makes sense, since he is a baby. Aren’t you?” Violet scratched all the way down her puppy’s back, ears to haunches. “You’re my baby, but don’t tell Ford, okay? He thinks I shouldn’t get attached, but it’s too late for that, isn’t it?”
“I can see that. He’s also doin’ the kissing thatIshould be doing.”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to both of you about the amount of tongue you use.”
“That’s it.” Ford rolled on top of her, pinning her body to the mattress. “Not so funny now, are we?”
Trouble had abandoned her, running off to join Pyro in his bed—or possibly to try to kick him out, since he didn’t seem to understand he was much smaller than the big black dog.
Thanks to Ford’s large frame squishing the air out of her, Violet’s giggle came out low and strangled. Yet she craved him pushing her deeper into the softness. To use that tongue she’d teased him about.
She wound her arms around Ford’s neck and basked in the weight of him. The coarse hair and protruding veins and the musky scent that made thoughts hard to keep hold of. “I was going to say that I like it very much. I mean, I’m glad that you don’t lick my chin like Trouble, but—”
The tip of Ford’s tongue hit the base of her neck. He flattened it and dragged it up to the sensitive spot under her ear, one long, wet lick that had her clenching her thighs.
“Never mind,” she breathed. “Obviously you already know what I like.”
Ford devoured her mouth, delving and exploring, tasting and taking. He was so responsive toward every moan, and before long, they were tangled up in round two of sexy sleepover fun.
By the time they fell back to the mattress to catch their breath, the dogs—two of whom had been kicked out when heated kisses turned into lovemaking—began pawing at the door. Ready for food and attention, no doubt. At least they had the doggy door so they could use the bathroom as the urge hit them.
