Letting the fingers of one hand play through her soft hair over the pillow, he slowly splayed the fingers of his other hand across her stomach. Even if he hadn’t felt her breathing change pace immediately, he would have known she was awake from the little wiggle of her bottom into his erection.
He’d loved everything about their fast, fierce lovemaking so far, but now he wanted sleepy and slow. Pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder, he slid his hand up from her stomach to cup the soft underside of one breast.
The little sound of pleasure she made shot right through him, making him even harder than he already was.
“Good morning,” she murmured as she put her hand on his hip, scoring his skin lightly with her fingernails.
From the first moment she’d ever touched him backstage in Seattle all those years ago, he’d been rocked by the intensity of their connection. To have gone without her for so long—and then to come back together in a full week of endless, erotic foreplay—had built up an unquenchable hunger in Ford. Finally making love with Mia last night hadn’t doused the madness, the obsession...
No, the more he had of her, the more he needed to have of her.
“Every day, Mia,” he growled between the kisses he ran up the side of her neck. His fingertips found her ni**les hard and waiting for his touch. “I want to wake up with you like this every single day.”
“Yes,” she said as he squeezed the taut tip of her breast. “God, yes. Just like this. Every day.”
He’d never been a morning person, and his years on the road had only solidified his nocturnal habits. But with Mia naked and warm against him beneath the thick bedcovers, he could suddenly see the beauty of the early sunrise hours. He loved the way her skin heated up even further with every kiss, every caress over her curves. There were so many fantasies he wanted to live out with her, and he was impatient to experience every one of them.
“Last night, you showed me how you played with yourself, how you made yourself come. And I loved it.” He shifted his hand to her other breast and the achingly hard nipple that was begging for his touch, and as she shuddered against him, he asked, “But do you know what I want this morning, baby?”
Lord, she was responsive, her hips moving even closer to his erection and her thighs opening as if to take him inside even before he told her what he was planning to do. “Please,” she said in a voice still husky with sleep, but also drenched with desire, “just take me, Ford.”
He’d never been more tempted by a woman, but after the way he’d taken her the previous night, he needed to savor. To linger. To adore.
And, he thought with a slow grin, to tease.
“Soon,” he promised her. But not until he’d given her another taste of the wicked and naughty future they were going to have together.
“Tell me what you want,” she urged him as she moved her hand from his hip to surround his erection. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I know you will,” he said on a low, dark chuckle against her soft hair. Just as he would always give her anything she wanted. He moved his hand away from her breast, and she made a soft sound of protest, one he intended to quickly turn into a gasp of pleasure. “Roll over onto your back.”
Moving with innate sensuality, she slowly shifted her weight on the bed so that she was lying flat on her back, her hands gripping the sheets at her sides, her eyes big and full of anticipation as she waited for him to say what he wanted next.
But instead of speaking, he simply took her hands in his and lifted them up above her body, so that she could reach the headboard. He curled her fingers over the cool iron bars.
“No matter what I do to you, I want you to keep holding on.”
He loved the way her eyes dilated even further and her chest rose and fell in faster and faster beats. Her skin flushed a deeper rose as he let his gaze slowly roam over her perfect br**sts to her waist and then back out to the gorgeous flare of her hips. He pushed the covers completely out of the way so that he could admire the damp, already aroused flesh between her thighs.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Her breathless question had him nearly giving in to the urge to kiss her full lips, shiny and wet where she was licking them in heady anticipation. But he knew what that one kiss would lead to...way the hell faster than he wanted it to.
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
“How good?” He loved the challenge in her eyes just as much as he knew he was going to enjoy rising to meet it.
“Better than you’ve ever felt before.”
She shivered at his promise, her fingers tightening on the iron bars as if to show him just how closely she was planning on following instructions.
“Close your eyes, baby.”
This time she didn’t hesitate, didn’t question him. She simply trusted him...and it meant the entire goddamned world to him that she did. Every minute of every day that they’d been together this past week, his goal had been to earn her trust. Now that he had it, he vowed never, ever to break it. No matter what he had to do to prove himself worthy of her.
Every last inch of her body was so beautiful that he could hardly decide where to start. As if in answer to his silent question, she shimmied her upper body, and watching her full, natural br**sts move made his mouth water. And yet, while he wanted nothing more than to cup the oh-so-soft flesh in his hands and lave her ni**les with his tongue, he knew it would be even better for her if he took his time to get there.
Leaning forward, he slowly licked between her two lowest ribs, first on one side of her chest and then the other. “You taste so good,” he told her before he moved up her ribcage. He wanted to savor every inch of her, but he was enough of a realist to know he wouldn’t last nearly that long this morning. Not when being this close to her naked, gorgeous body already had him hovering on the verge of madness.
At least, he thought as he pressed a kiss to the sweet patch of skin directly below her left breast, he wasn’t the only one having a hard time restraining his need. Because from nothing more than a few wet swipes of his tongue, Mia was already gripping the iron bedpost so hard her knuckles were turning white.
Especially, he noted a moment later, when instead of moving all the way up over her br**sts to take the taut peaks into his mouth, he shifted his attention down from her ribcage to her hip bones. He came closer and closer with each flick of his tongue and brush of his lips to the parts of her that were begging for his attention...but deliberately never quite made it all the way there. But though she continued to hold on to the bed frame, that didn’t stop her from shifting her torso and lower body to try to get his mouth to go where she wanted it to.