Page 103 of Renegade Rift
And right.
Ford might be teaching me to spot red flags, but he’s also setting the standard.
“Come on, love,” he provokes, even though he’s the one strung up on the bed. “Let me show you the way a queen comes.”
“Fine, you win,” I say with a smile, as if he hasn’t made the choice entirely mine.
My breath hitches, and I drop the blanket to the floor, consumed by the way his eyes devour me. It spurs me to take this moment one step further and give him a gift in return for his service.
His eyes track my hands when I skirt them along my stomach where my shirt meets skin. He lets out a string of curses when I grip the material and pull it over my head, leaving me standing in nothing but my birthday suit.
“Fuck, Juliet,” he growls,sucking his lower lip between his teeth, and I think about the way it tasted when he kissed me—like freedom and recklessness, served over ice with a twist of citrus.
In other words—divine.
He looks at me like I hung the damn moon, and not for the first time, I hate that this isn’t real. Even if he just told me that maybe someday it could be. I know better. We won’t work. I’m not meant to be his penguin. And he’s not meant to be mine. I don’t want the spotlight of being a professional athlete's girl. I don’t think I ever did, but when Tyler wouldn’t give me that role, I craved it. Love makes you do stupid things. And at the end of the day, I’m not sure love is enough.
I can see now that I like being at home with Lodhi curled up with a good book. Ford might not go out right now because I’m tethered to him, but he’ll miss it and go back to his old ways.
We’ll still be friends. Albeit friends who have seen each other naked and heard each other come—because turnabout is fair play. I will hear him come at some point now that he’s on his way to hearing me twice over. But I think I’m okay with that.
Or at least this is what I keep telling myself. Because when he looks at me like he is now, I’m liable to stay naked in his apartment forever.
And that’s just not possible.
“Where’d you go, Juliet?” he asks.
“Nowhere important.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but when I lower myself to the bed and crawl to the center, all he manages to let loose is a string of muttered curses.
When I reach him, Iswing my leg over so I hover above his chest, looking down past my hard nipples at his wicked smile.
“That’s it. Now slide forward and put your knees between my head and arms. Let me wear your thighs as earmuffs.”
A soft laugh escapes me as I follow his instructions. Leave it to Ford to make something so dirty and intimate funny just to ease my nerves.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The husky rasp of his voice settles in my core as his breath sweeps over my sensitive flesh.
Ford strains his neck andplaces soft lingering kisses on the inside of my thigh. “Now, let me be your throne, Juliet.”
I slowly lower myself, butFord doesn’t waste another moment. Using those sexy ab muscles, helifts himself to my pussy and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. A jolt of pure need shoots through me, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto Ford's face.
He hums his approval against my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue slips to my entrance, and he delves it deep, thrusting in time with my bucking hips.
He laps, flicks, and circles. All the while, I’m struggling to keep some semblance of control.
It was one thing to get myself off. That was thrilling, but it was also safe. There’s no way my fingers could ever grab too hard or push too far. But this—Ford is in control of my body—my pleasure. And yet. He’s not. At any moment, I could get up and walk away, and he’d let me. His hands are tied together, clutching the headboard to protect my boundaries.
It’s raw. Intimate. Intoxicating.
My hips rockin time with each curled thrust of his tongue, and my tits bounce freely as I chase the orgasm promised to me. It’s right there. I can feel it brewing, building just out of reach.
Ford must sense it because he picks that moment to suck my clit hard between his lips and growl around the sensitive nub, sending vibrations through me.
That’s all it takes for my body to hurl me over the edge. There’s no warning. No testing the water to see if it’s the right temperature. Just a cannonball of pure ecstasy.
