“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes fully dilated to sex kitten.
“Checking to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“I thought you were checking to see if I’m wearing a bra.” She bit her lip and shook her head.
It took everything he had to keep his eyes on her face. “I’m just looking out for you.”
“How about tonight we look out for each other?”
And with that, she pulled her sweater up and over her head and ...
No.
Fucking.
Bra.
Just a pair of cutoffs, silky skin, and a set of perfect tens that had his mouth watering and his unnavigated waters going as wild as the rapids. And in casethatwasn’t crystal fucking clear enough, she grabbed the band of his jeans and whispered, “When you’re done looking after me, I want to look after you.”
Question answered.
Always a team player, Ford did his part of the heavy lifting, undoing the first two buttons on her shorts. Lucky guy that he was, Liv wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on her toes, giving him all the room he needed to slip the shorts off her hips and down to the floor. Leaving her in nothing but a tiny pink thong.
“My turn?” she asked against his lips.
“I haven’t even looked yet,” he said, skimming his hands down her sides to cup her cheeks and then lifting her onto the counter. Where he looked and tasted his fill. Kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, showing her just how insanely beautiful she was.
“Perfect,” he whispered against the curve of her breast. Opening wide, he hummed with pleasure as he covered her, then drew his teeth over the delicate flesh until he reached the nipple. He carefully bit down, searching for her reaction.
The sexy gasp that ebbed from her throat flushed his veins with heat. He released her, soothing the sting with his tongue. “You like that?”
“I think so,” she said, and Ford looked up to find her curiously surprised, the earlier confidence taking on a shyer tone.
“You think so as inyou’re not sureoryou don’t like it?”
“I liked it, I just wasn’t sure that I would,” she admitted quietly.
He straightened, moving between her legs and running his hands over her thighs. “Well then, let’s go slow so we can see what you are and aren’t sure about,” he said, and she nodded. “Now, I know you’re sure about this.”
Ford took her mouth in a gentle kiss that told her she had all the time she needed. He wasn’t going to rush her. He couldn’t give her forever, but he could give her the perfect entry into living after loss. Show her what she deserved in a man and how treasured she should feel.
He was going to set the bar so fucking high that she’d never settle.
The kiss picked up heat until Liv was panting against his lips, reminding him of exactly why he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her ankles were locked behind his back, and she was wiggling against him to create friction. Nothing between them but his jeans and a scrap of silk so thin he could feel how wet she was.
“I’m sure,” she moaned when he slowly raised his hand up to cup her breasts. When he replaced it with his mouth, she dropped her head back against the cabinet. “So sure.”
And when he was sure she was lost in the haze, he nipped her again, not hard, just enough to feel her legs tighten around him. “Yes, sure. I didn’t think I’d be sure, but God, I’m so sure.”
He smiled against her skin as he did it again and then decided to head south, see if she was open to a little assistance below the equator. His lips skimmed across her belly, down to the little patch of skin that peeked out above her panties and,hallelujah, look at that! Her legs parted on their own.
He kissed her inner thigh, then the other, teasing every inch along her panties until she was panting. She moved her hips, trying to show him where she wanted him, so he moved back down to her inner thigh.
“Higher,” she begged. “I’m already sure about all of those places.”
“I’m a thorough guy,” he said, and to prove it, he licked her right up the center, and she cried out. So he did it again, only this time he moved the strip of silk aside.
“Oh God, I am so sure,” she panted. “More than sure. Positive!”