Ford tosses a couple huge wads of cash onto the dresser like they’re nothing, and my eyes almost bug out of my head.
What the hell is he doing with that kind of money?
I’m so curious that I almost ask, but then Ford whips his shirt off over his head and I’m momentarily stunned by the sight of his bare chest.
He’s completelycoveredin ink. Every inch of exposed skin except for his face is adorned with exquisitely detailed tattoos, and while Ford’s body doesn’t have the same bulk as Wes’ or Raf’s, he’s still wrapped in lean muscle, his chest and arms sculpted and honed to perfection. The man’s like a walking work of art, anddamnit I’ve been staring way too long.
The corner of Ford’s lips lift in a little smirk as he watches me watching him, his hands dropping to unfasten the button of his jeans. “Like what you see, babe?” he asks, shoving the black denim down his hips and kicking off the legs of his pants. His lower half is covered in tattoos as well, and for some reason I’m just standing here like a dumb mute, drinking in his appearance like I’ve been dying of thirst.
He's hauntingly beautiful, everything about him drawing me in.
Ford lifts his chin, gesturing to me. “C’mon, take those clothes off.”
“What?!” I blurt, his request finally shocking me back to reality. “No!”
He sighs, cocking his head. “C’mon, doll, don’t make me do it for you.”
I resist the urge to squirm beneath the intensity of his hazel-eyed stare, the unhinged look in his eyes making my heart pound even faster.
He takes a step in my direction, and I throw up a hand to signal him to stop. “Wait!”
Ford pauses, giving me a pointed look that tells me there’s no way I’m getting out of this.
“Let me see those tits, babe,” he drawls, wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Fine,” I grit out, pushing off from the wall. He’s already seen me splayed out on a pool table, so flashing him my boobs seems tame in comparison.
Ford grins to himself, stepping over to his bed and flopping down onto it. “Nice and slow,” he directs, folding his arms on the pillow behind his head as I reach down for the hem of my cami. “Give me a show.”
My cheeks burn as I advance a step closer, slowly lifting the fabric up to reveal a sliver of my belly.
Ford shifts his weight on the bed to get more comfortable, untucking one of his hands from behind his head to lewdly grip the growing bulge in the front of his boxers. “More.”
I shudder a breath, squeezing my eyes closed as I raise the hem of my shirt higher, until I feel the cool nip of air against my bare breasts. My nipples instantly harden, puckering into stiff points while I peel my cami off over my head and drop it to the floor.
“Fuck.”
Opening my eyes at the sound of Ford’s guttural groan, I find him propped up on elbow, his half-lidded eyes glued to my bare chest.
“Damn, those are nice tits,” he murmurs in approval, flexing his grip on his boner.
An unexplained rush of heat courses through me at his reaction. I try to ignore it, covering my chest with my arms, but one cutting glare from Ford has me dropping them to my sides again, putting my body on display for him while his eyes feast over my skin.
Then he nods to my still-clothed bottom half. “All of it, Ava baby.”
My heart skips a beat. Knowing resistance is futile, I move to comply with his demand, shame coating my tongue as I growl expletives under my breath. Going somewhere else in my mind,I tug my shorts down my hips, letting them drop to the floor and pool at my ankles. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, I start slowly dragging them down my hips.
“Wait,” Ford calls, and I freeze my movements, staring at him like a deer in the headlights. He swipes a hand over his chin, grinning like a devil. “Actually, leave the panties on.”
I pull my underwear back up with a sigh of relief and clasp my hands together in front of me, not really sure what to do with them. I don’t have to wonder for long, though, because Ford lifts his chin, beckoning me over.
“C’mere.”
Reluctantly, I put one foot in front of the other to comply, padding across the room over to his bed. As soon as I’m within reach, Ford grabs for me, yanking me down to join him on the tangle of black bedding. He manhandles me until I’m positioned on top of him, straddling his lap. A shiver tracks up my spine as his hands glide slowly up my sides, moving inward to cup my bare breasts.
“You’ve got some great fuckin’ tits, babe, has anyone ever told you that?” he murmurs, hands kneading and squeezing my supple flesh.
No.Nobody’s told me that before because nobody’s seen them, and the fact that this is the first time someone has is humiliating.
