Page 11 of Rock My Girl

Me: ????

Bethan: LOL. Make sure you get frisky with that rock star!

I laughed silently to myself. I wanted to do a lot more than that.

I was just filling two mugs when I heard Ford roll over. "Mmfff. If that’s coffee, you’re brilliant as well as beautiful."

Bringing the mugs over to the coffee table, I dropped into a chair while he sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Hey. Thanks."

After we each took a few sips, simply staring and smiling at each other, I said, "Thanks for tucking me in."

Ford chuckled. "Man, you were out like a light when I carried you to the bedroom. I asked if you wanted to sleep in one of my t-shirts. You grunted, then fell into the bed like a tree that had been chopped down. I guess that’s what they mean by sleeping like a log."

My cheeks burned. "Sorry."

"It’s okay. You’re an adorable log. I just hope you didn’t get too warm."

"I actually slept really well."

"Good."

After a few more sips of coffee, Ford set his mug down, then stretched out his arms. "How about a snuggle before we have to be grownups and start the day?"

Burrowing into his embrace as we lay down on his huge sofa felt incredible. "I’m surprised you took the couch," I whispered.

His laugh sounded sexier to me every single time. "If we were in the same bed, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. That might have weirded you out when you woke up in a strange apartment."

His hand wandered first around my back, then my hip, as our mouths fell together naturally. I let my hand slip under his t-shirt so that I could explore the planes of muscle up his stomach and his chest.

Ford’s breathing changed, becoming huskier. His hand did the same as mine, but slower, gliding his palm up my stomach. As his fingers reached the bottom of my bra, he hummed against my lips, "Mmm?"

"Mmm hmm."

My nipples tightened as he slipped a hand inside, caressing me gently as his tongue swirled around mine. The heat between us was building, and I wondered if he could feel how my heart was racing.

"So soft,” he whispered. “So sexy."

Me, sexy? That felt strange. Yet I loved the thought of being sexy for him. Loved the way he looked at me. The way our bodies were reacting to each other.

My hands began pulling off his shirt roughly, and he grinned as he shrugged out of it.

Then his fingers dipped to tug at the button of my jeans. "Cassie, may I feel you?"

"Mmm hmm," I murmured again. His quick fingers unfastened my jeans, slipping them down as my legs fell open.

My natural shyness was pushed aside by lust and curiosity. Although I wasn’t sure precisely what was going to happen next, I knew I wanted to be closer to Ford in every possible way.

His fingers glided into my panties, and I held back a gasp when he touched my most delicate skin. He was confident yet gentle as he explored my sex, knowing precisely where to touch me while teasing softly.

I was surprised how quickly I became wet, as my pussy swelled and warmed to his touch.

"You feel incredible," he moaned against my lips. "Do you like it here?" His finger stroked straight across my clit, making me shudder hard.

"Mmm hmm."

"Good."

He began caressing around then across my tender button, teasing it in a slow rhythm. My stomach tightened with a growing warmth, my breath became shallow, and it felt like a key was twisting inside me, about to unlock something beyond my control.

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