My heart broke a little more for the boy who’d lost so much so long ago, whose broken bones hadn’t quite healed right, and now he had to reset them to make sure everything worked again. I pressed a kiss to his stubbled jaw. “Thank you for giving me the words.”

He grinned. “I’ll give them to you as many times as you want.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Like now?”

Ford took my mouth in a long, slow kiss. “I love you.”

“And now?”

He trailed his tongue down the side of my neck, catching stray droplets of water. “I love you.”

I gripped his waist harder. “Show me.”

Ford pulled back, his eyes burning a deeper shade of blue. “Trouble, you’ve been through a lot tonight.”

I pulled him tighter against me, his body hardening beneath my hands. “I need this, need you, need to know that I’m alive.”

Ford dropped his forehead to mine, breathing deeply. “I can never deny you.”

“Good.” I took his cock in my hand, guiding us back into the spray. I took my time exploring Ford’s body, my fingers testing each dip and curve, discovering what movements drove him crazy.

I swept a thumb over the head of him, and he hissed out a breath. “I need inside you.”

My core tightened at his statement. “Please.”

It was the only word he needed. With a smooth shift of his position, Ford glided in. His strokes were slow and deliberate, one hand braced on the wall behind my head, the other cupping my face. He never once looked away. He was imprinting himself on me, body and soul. With each stroke and caress, with each brush of his lips and nip of his teeth. And when I came, it was with the bone-deep knowledge that I was his, now and forever.

Ford wrapped me in one of the massive fluffy towels in his bathroom. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” I studied his movements. “But you look like your shoulder is bothering you.”

He winced slightly. “I think I might’ve tweaked it tonight.”

My stomach sank. Of course he’d tweaked it, he’d lifted a human being over the side of a cliff. “We need to get it checked.”

“I will, after you get checked out.”

I growled at him. “I don’t think it’s smart for us to wait until tomorrow. Maybe we should catch a boat into Seattle and go to the ER.”

Ford rubbed the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. “Actually, your dad’s here. He’s in the kitchen with Crosby, Hunter, and the girls.”

My face heated. “You had sex with me while my father was in the house?”

Ford pressed his mouth into a hard line, as if he were trying really hard to keep from laughing. “You were the one who was all ‘show me, Ford.’”