Ford did just that. After pushing open the door to his bedroom, I was soon sailing through the air and landing with a small oomph as I hit the soft mattress. Ford stared down at me, his gaze tracking over my face and down my body. Each flick of his eyes felt like a promise of what was to come.

“I have been dreaming about this since the second I saw you butchering that beer behind the bar.”

My lips curved up. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Ford shook his head, toeing off his boots and pulling his t-shirt off. “No. I’m taking my time with you.”

My eyes traveled over his broad shoulders and the sea of lean, tanned muscle. I swallowed hard as my palms began to itch with the need to touch that skin. Ford unbuttoned his jeans, and I watched in fascination as his cock sprang free. God, it was beautiful. Such a weird thing to think about a penis, but it was true.

I suddenly realized that Ford was utterly naked, and I was still fully clothed. I sat up, ready to even the playing field. Ford reached out, stilling my hands. “No. I get that pleasure.”

My arms fell to my sides as Ford knelt on the floor in front of me. His fingers went to the buttons on my shirt. Slowly and methodically, he unbuttoned each one, his eyes never straying from his task. My heart rate seemed to pick up with each button. As he reached the last one, he carefully slipped the shirt from my shoulders. His fingers trailed down my back and unhooked my bra, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine the whole way.

My breasts fell free, and Ford’s gaze burned into me, tracing the tattoos and scars that lined my side, curving around my breast and lining my collarbone. I suddenly felt self-conscious and exposed. I must’ve made some small move because Ford cupped my face, staring into my eyes. “You are so damn beautiful.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Perfect.” His lips skimmed the column of my throat and moved down my chest, landing on the start of my tattoo. His lips and tongue traced my scars and the designs I’d created to make peace with them.

Ford looked up from where they stopped on my rib cage. “They’re beautiful too, because they’re a part of you.”

My breath caught as tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. “Need you, Ford. Now.”

His eyes blazed with that blue heat I was beginning to love. Ford slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling them down over my hips, leaving them in a puddle on the floor, along with my sandals.