Page 61 of Every Little Kiss
Andmy oh my,did he feel amazing.
Strong and steady, moving with purpose. But she couldn’t forget the tenderness. It was what had her head spinning. Had her rethinking why she’d been so hesitant to take this step.
One minute she was up against the wall, the next she was curled around his body, Ford’s mouth needy and hot against hers. He teased the seam of her lips and then gently worked it open, and Liv felt all the air whoosh from her lungs as his hands slid down her back to that sensitive curve right below her shirt hem.
His fingers, those talented fingers, dipped under, gently skating back and forth across her bare back and around to her hip as he took her mouth in what had to be the most magical second kiss in the history of second kisses. A kiss that had the potential to last all night.
And the way he touched her, melting away her bones and every last one of her concerns, told her he was open to the idea. She just had to say the word.
But words were hard to come by since his mouth was fused to hers, in long, drugging kisses that had her heart pounding and her knees turning to mush beneath her. She must have wobbled, because Ford molded her hips with his hands and turned her, backing her up against the grille of his truck.
The heat still radiated off his engine. It was almost as intense as the fire that raged between them. Pent-up tension and bone-deep lust collided into one giant ball of chemistry that had Liv curling into him.
Her hands slid into his hair, and his went right to her bottom, cupping her backside in a confident and possessive way that had Liv moaning into his mouth.
Normally, that kind of thing wouldn’t do it for her, but when Ford scooped her up and sat her on the hood of his truck, Liv was lost.
Lost in his taste, the way he touched her—in the way he made her feel. Sexy and strong and desirable.
She wound her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. So close there was nothing but the evening air between them. And man oh man, he smelled good. Insanely good. Like hot summer nights and life-altering adventures.
He felt even better. Solid and strong and—right.
There was that word again. Ford’s arms were wrapped around her waist as if made especially for her. The way their mouths moved, slowly and languidly, perfectly in sync. It was as erotic as it was thrilling.
Liv knew that responsible Single Working Parents didn’t leave their kids with a sitter to kiss sexy globe-trotters in public parking lots, but she wanted a few more moments under the stars. With his hands on her just like this.
The two of them.
No stress. No interruptions. No voices from the past creeping in. Just a moment to remember what it was like to be a normal woman. In the arms of an extraordinary man.
Ford must have felt the same because his kisses turned even hotter, trailing down her neck to the soft curve and lower. She let her head fall back, a breathy sigh escaping her lips.
“Ford,” she whispered right as the back door of the bar opened.
Liv bolted upright as Ty walked out.
“Harris is looking for you.Ah—” Ty froze, and then a big smile spread across his face. “Hey, Liv.”
Liv patted her hair down. “Hi, Ty.”
“Bye, Ty,” Ford said, his eyes never leaving hers. They were dark, heated, and completely wild. Just like her heart rate.
“And here I thought you were hiding from Harris, who found out about Shasta and is pissed, by the way,” Ty said, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the wall.
“Tell Harris I’ll talk with him later,” Ford said.
“That’s okay,” Liv said. Then to Ty she said, “We were just finishing up.”
Ty looked at his watch. “Wow, that was ... fast.”
Ford shot him a death glare that would have made Liv pee her pants. Ty just shot him the finger.
Liv took in the scene, imagined what Ty must be thinking, and a strange heaviness settled in the pit of her stomach.
She told herself she hadn’t done anything wrong. So what if Ty had gone to school with Sam and knew everyone’s history? It shouldn’t matter. She had mourned Sam and was ready to move on.
But no matter how she justified it, all she could think was that her first public sign that she was moving on happened with her sprawled across the hood of a pickup truck.
In a parking lot.
“My sitter is actually expecting me soon, so I have to be going,” she said, taking a big step back.
“Let me walk you out,” Ford said quietly, and Liv took another step back.
“We’re already out.” She looked up at the sky and then started walking toward the front lot. She held up the cupcake and over her shoulder said, “Thanks.”
