Page 99 of A Tempting Seduction

I slid against him, my hands fisting in his shirt as I kissed him back with everything I had. He tasted like desire and promises, like everything I'd almost lost on Saturday night.

When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.

“I need to touch you,” Ford said roughly. “I need to know you're real. That you're here.”

“I'm here,” I whispered. “I'm real. Please touch me.”

His hands went to the clasp of my bra at the back and worked the four eye hooks. He slowly slipped the straps over my shoulders and kissed his way down my overheated skin as he uncovered it. Uncovered me.

“Goodness, Ruby.” His voice was reverent. “You're so beautiful.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn't look away. I wanted him to see me, all of me. When his big hands easily cupped my breasts, I sighed with satisfaction. One thumb started a rhythm over my needy nipple just as his mouth enclosed my other nipple with wet heat.

I tried, I really tried, to keep my voice down. I tried because I didn’t want the agents in the rooms on either side of us to hear me, but I couldn’t. “Ford—” I wailed his name. He sucked harder, I wailed again. Louder.

I could feel his grin against my breast. The egomaniac liked that I was loud.

Two could play this game.

My hands roamed down his body, slowly, until I was at the hem of his shirt. I was going to get this off him, if it killed me. I pushed upward, but it didn’t work. I only got it as far as his armpits, then he started sucking on my other nipple, and my head fell backward, my eyes closed. I saw stars.

I felt his teeth. He slowly scraped against me. “Again,” I begged. “So wonderful.” I don’t know if I whispered the words or screamed them. I didn’t care. Ford went back to the first breast he had tortured and scraped over my nipple with his teeth. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I’d never been this turned on.

The world was fuzzy. I needed my panties off. I needed to rub against the ridges of his abdomen. I needed it like I needed to breathe. Ford let go of my breasts and cupped my rear. He picked me up and took me to the closest bed.

That killed my buzz.

“Dang it, Ford Larson! You’re injured.” I yelled. “If you pick me up again when you’re injured, I’m never giving you a blow job. Do you hear me?”

Ford rolled on the bed beside me and shouted with laughter. “Not only did I hear you, but I’m pretty dang sure that Agents Chen and Martinez heard you, too.”

“I don’t give a flying idiot, who heard me. No blowjobs, you got it?”

The mongrel continued to laugh. “I promise, I won’t lift you again.”

I got up on my knees and checked Ford’s bandage. I didn’t see any sign of blood on his bandage, which calmed me down.

He reached up with his other hand. “Better?” he whispered.

“A little.” I admitted.

“Now do I get a blowjob?”

“You’re on probation. We’ll see how well you do on this trip.”

He smiled. I loved the way lines crinkled beside his eyes.

All of a sudden, I noticed he wasn’t looking me in the eye. He was checking out my boobs. “You are such a man.”

He didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. “Guilty as charged. You have great belly. Now lie down.”

In a flash I was flat on my back, and Ford was kneeling over me. His t-shirt was off, and he was pulling down my panties. His eyes sparkled as he looked me over. “We’re going to have fun playing in this small bed tonight,” he promised.

“Not if you’re still wearing pants,” I teased.

“That can be easily corrected.” He stood up and shucked off his jeans and briefs all at once, and I ogled his body. Every part of him. He was gorgeous, and all mine. I loved him, and he said he loved me. Unlike Lance Leeds, I believed and trusted Ford Larson.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer.