I moaned as something long and hard pressed into my backside. I arched my back. My muscles felt as if I’d just taken a brutal boot camp class after not working out for months. Warm lips pressed into my neck. “Morning.”

“Feed me,” I groaned. Ford chuckled and rolled his hips against me. “I didn’t mean feed me your dick. Though I would take that for course two.”

A strangled, husky laugh escaped him. “That feels wrong on so many levels, but I’m also oddly turned on by you talking about my dick as a meal.”

I grinned, turning to face Ford. “Feed me pancakes, and then I’ll see what I can do about making your weird fetishes a reality.”

“Deal.” He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Love waking up with you in my arms.”

My heart tripped over itself in my chest. “Me, too.” It wasn’t an I love you, but I’d take it.

“Okay.” Ford pushed to sitting and then stood. “Let’s get you some food.” I stared at his tight ass as he strode to the dresser and pulled out some boxer briefs. He glanced over his shoulder when I didn’t respond. “Trouble…are you staring at my ass?”

I nodded, there was no shame in my game. “I’m taking full advantage of being able to ogle you.”

Ford shook his head, grinning. “I feel so used.”

“Oh, you love it.”

He threw a balled-up t-shirt in my direction. “Yes, I do.”

I got myself as presentable as possible while Ford cooked breakfast. My teeth were brushed and my face was washed, but there was only so much I could do with my hair. It was a rat’s nest. But every time I glanced at it in the mirror, I smiled. It was in this intricate series of knots because Ford’s hands had been in it all through the night. A pleasant shiver swept through me as I remembered the feel of him tugging it to give him better access to my mouth as he took me. “Get it together, Bell.” I opted for a giant messy bun on the top of my head and called it good.

I padded down the hallway and through the living room to the kitchen. The house Ford had rented was beautiful. One of those high-end vacation rentals that cost a pretty penny in the summer months, but that didn’t have a lot of character. It was all glass and modern furnishings. My stomach flipped at the reminder that this wasn’t a permanent home. It was all so very temporary.

I wanted to ask him what his plans were, but that felt a little too serious after having sex for the first time. We were just starting to find our way. I didn’t need to put added pressure on Ford.