The combination of the martini and shots was slowly dropping my inhibitions, especially as I glanced toward Gabby, who had moved to the other side of the table, closer to Natasha and Carrie, her facial expression urging me on.
“I don’t know.” I glanced down; all of this was too much. “I guess I like the way you sound.”
“My voice?”
I nodded as I was fixed on him again. “Yes.”
“No one’s ever commented on that before.”
I took a drink even though I didn’t need it. “It matches you—I mean, it fits your face, your …” I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say. Nothing was coming to me. I didn’t even feel like I was breathing. “Exterior.”
The corner of his lips lifted, a half-smile so devilishly attractive. “Exterior, huh?”
“If power had a sound, it’s you.”
He was sitting between both tables but chose to lean his elbow on the one closest to me. “My voice isn’t where I hold my power, Sydney. At least, not in my personal life. But I’ll tell you, it wasn’t a bad guess.”
My brain was spiraling.
My legs were already feeling weak.
“No?” I swallowed. “Then, where?”
He licked across his bottom lip and said, “Here.”
His mouth.
Because of the things he could do with it. The way he could use it to make a woman feel.
I’m dying.
“And here,” he said, holding his hands on the table.
I’d noticed his fingers long before this, and I didn’t doubt their strength.
Their talent.
Their ability.
“A refill,” one of the guys said to Ford, breaking our contact, placing a drink in one of his hands.
“Thanks, buddy,” Ford replied.
I almost gasped when his eyes found mine again, the feeling so overwhelming.
“Are you sure you don’t want another one?”
I shook my head. “I’m sure.” My martini was still half-full, and I brought it up to my lips. “It’s already working. I’m not tired anymore.”
In fact, I couldn’t feel anything.
Except him.
“That didn’t take much to get over your jet lag.”
I huffed out a mouthful of air, not knowing how to say he’d made it disappear. But I had to say something, so I glanced around the bar. “It must be the energy in here.”
“Or it’s me.”
I felt my eyes go wide as they connected with his.
He reached forward, and I held in my breath, expecting his hand to land on me but it didn’t; it just tugged on the hair that was stuck to my lip, moving it out of my face.
“What’s your last name, Sydney?”
“My … last name?”
He smiled. “I’ve now bought you a drink, and I’ve shown you the sources of my power.” He winked. “It seems only fair that I know a little more about you.”
“Summers.”
“Sydney Summers,” he said, his tone the grittiest it had been so far. “I like that.” He took a sip of his new drink, sucking one of the ice cubes into his mouth. “I’m Ford Dalton.”
“Ford Dalton,” I repeated. “That’s like the perfect celebrity name.”
“No interest in being one of those.” He paused. “I like right where I am at.”
“In life or …”
“Right now.”
Oh.
Gabby was right.
This man was dominant.
I let his response simmer, my chest pounding, my hands steamy even though they were wrapped around the chilly martini glass.
“You know how I ended up here tonight.” I glanced behind him at his friends. “What’s your story?”
He shrugged. “The guys were going out, and I was craving a drink.”
I would have needed the break and looked around the bar. Not Ford. He stayed glued to me.
“This is one of our favorite spots. The rest … you’ve witnessed.”
Because he’d spent that time with me.
First at the bar.
Now here.
Where I swam through his gaze.
Had it been seconds?
Minutes?
I had no idea.
“I have this feeling about you, Sydney. This hunch that won’t go away.”
“Yeah?”
He moved a little closer, our faces now aligned, to the point where I could even see his eyelashes. “You’re really not the kind of girl who cuts off people in line. Something tells me you’re a healer, not a fighter.”
I nodded and said, “You’re right.” I exhaled. “I don’t know how you know that.”
He shifted just a few inches, the movement causing his coat to part, showing more of the button-down he wore beneath. With the collar open, I could see there was a hint of muscle and a light dusting of hair. “I’m reading you, Sydney.”
“If that’s true, then what else do you know about me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
My heart was on the verge of exploding.
My lungs couldn’t take in any more air.
There was shaking happening from somewhere inside me, but I couldn’t place it, and I couldn’t stop it.
“Yes.”
“Your breath hitches every time my eyes land on you. The longer I stare, the harder you breathe.” His voice lowered again as he continued, “Your skin is heating. There are goose bumps slowly rising over your arms.”
I could feel them.
The sweatiness too.
He was right.
About everything.
His mouth moved even closer. “There’s a tingle inside your body. You’ve been trying to repeal it, dismiss it. But you can’t.”
The tingle had been replaced with fire.
One that was so strong that it owned me.
And I was completely, utterly lost.
“Do you have the same ability, Sydney?” He waited. “Are you able to read me?”
I shook my head, unable to form any words.
This time, when he reached forward, his hand landed on me. It held my cheek as his thumb pulled at my lip—I hadn’t even realized I had been chewing on it—and he freed it from my teeth.
“What I’m thinking about is your mouth.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and then the top. “What it would taste like. What it would feel like.” His gaze was there, on the spot he was speaking about, making those same lips part. “And I don’t know how much longer I can wait to find out.”ThreeFord“You want to kiss me”—her voice was soft, breathless—“in the middle of the bar?”With my hand still on her cheek, I aimed her mouth up to mine. “It’s not just that I want to.” I lowered my face until we were only inches apart. “It’s that I have to.” The feeling inside me was so brutally overwhelming that I couldn’t leave this bar until I had her taste on my tongue. Until I was satisfied with the feel of her lips. That was why I’d moved my seat next to hers. To have this moment between us, to re-create the fire that I’d felt before. “If you don’t want this, Sydney, tell me to stop.”I waited.And just as I was about to close the space between us, she whispered, “Ford …” She swallowed. “I
“Even if I was going to consider it—which I’m not—Hannah and Everly are at my house. It’s not like Eve is staying at Mom and Dad’s for the night and I’m free.”“More Hannah talk,” Declan groaned. “I still can’t believe you let her watch your daughter.”“Ignore him,” Jenner said, referring to Declan. “Everly is being well taken care of tonight, so you do have all the freedom to do whatever you want—and I know that girl is exactly what you want.”“You guys don’t get it,” I told them. “This is one of the sacrifices you have to make when you have a kid, and being a single dad makes it even harder. I’m responsible for that little girl, and every move I make affects her.” I looked at my brothers. “When you guys were single, you could fuck whomever you wanted and never feel guilty about it. You could jump on a plane and leave at any time. You could stay out all night and not give a shit.” I chomped on the ice from Dominick’s glass and set the empty on the table. “My life isn’t like that.”“B
She quickly glanced at me. “We can’t go to my apartment.”“We … can’t?”She shook her head. “I just moved here, like, hours ago, remember? I don’t have a bed yet, so I’m going to be sleeping with Gabby. I can’t kick her out and have her crash on the couch. That would make me the worst bestie ever.”Fuck me.That wrecked every one of my plans.“Can’t we go to your place?” she asked.My place—a detail I didn’t want to get into.I glanced out the window, trying to come up with a plan.I could take her to a hotel; I just didn’t know how that idea would come across. I could sneak us into Dominick’s guesthouse, but Kendall was probably home, and I didn’t want to alarm her.“Sydney—” My voice cut off as our eyes connected.The hunger, the need. I didn’t know if I was gazing at my own reflection in her stare or if she felt the same way as me.Either way, I hauled her body up against me and kissed her. The warmth from her mouth, the taste of her tongue, like silent promises of what was waiting
Fuck me.I backed up a few inches, needing to take in this view.“Man”—I shook my head—“I’m one lucky motherfucker.”The dress had looked exquisite on her, but what was underneath was even better. Sydney in just her skin was a whole different level of sexy. All curves and dips and muscle. The gap between her thighs just as pronounced as I’d dreamed about at the bar.My stare dipped to her feet and slowly rose, and I moaned, “Magnificent,” as I reached her face.“You’re too much.”“Nah.” I paused, my cock fucking throbbing. “My words barely do you justice.”A flushness moved across her cheeks as she said, “Get over here.”Once I was within reach, she began to unbutton my shirt, working her way down my chest. My sports coat and shirt dropped at the same time. She didn’t stop until the only thing covering me was my boxer briefs. That was when her movements slowed, peeling the shorts down my legs until they fell.“Good God,” she whispered, gradually looking down, viewing my chest, abs. La
My cock teased her as I moved the tip around her opening. “Look at me.” I waited until she glanced over her shoulder before I gave her my crown. Just the head, nothing more. “You’re going to come again, Sydney.”“I’ve never …”She’s never had two orgasms in one night?“I’m going to change that.”I rocked my hips forward, giving her my entire shaft. She was closing in on me, tightening.“But if you keep feeling that good, you’re going to make me come.”She began to meet me in the middle, arching her hips up, adding pressure to my cock.“You like this position, don’t you?” I growled.“Yesss.”I could guess why.From here, I could reach even deeper.I could rub her clit at the same time, like I was doing now, and hit her G-spot.And every time I brushed across it, she gave me a reward.Her sounds.Fuck me, it was like music.My head leaned back as my balls tightened, and her hips began to buck against me.“Fuck, Sydney, you’re getting me far too close.”She glanced over her shoulder agai
How could only the lightest graze of his fingers, the subtlest exhale of his air cause me to quiver?But I did.In the last four years, I hadn’t had the time to explore the possibility of dating. Even if the opportunity had presented itself, I would have been in no position to act on it, far too tied up with my job.Back in LA for less than twenty-four hours, and this had already happened.Blanketed by this incredible man’s heat.As I stared at his face, I couldn’t help but wonder where this was going to take me and what this was going to look like.So many unknowns.What I did know was that I needed to fill myself with caffeine, or he would open his eyes to a side of me that was wickedly devilish.He was far too adorable to wake up, so I carefully lifted his arm a few inches and squeezed my way out, sneaking soundlessly off his bed.Rather than putting my dress on, I found his button-down on the floor and slipped my arms through the large holes, buttoning the middle as I tiptoed to h
“No, no.” I shook my head. “I took a job right after graduation, and I’ve traveled the world for the last four years. College has always been on my radar, but the timing was just never right. When it became possible, I made the move.”“But what an experience that must have been.”I tucked my unruly hair behind my ears. “I don’t regret it for a second.”“Good luck with school. I have a feeling it’s going to go great for you.”I grinned. “Thank you—and for you too. Wear that crown and show those boys at the law firm what it looks like when a girl kicks ass.”“Ohhh, yes. I plan to.”I waved good-bye and returned to Ford’s room, bringing the coffee into bed. Even though I’d been quiet, the movement of the mattress caused him to stir, his eyes gradually opening, meeting mine.God.He was perfection in the morning. Hair completely messy, beard a little thicker than it had been last night, a stare that was lusty and feral.I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.“Good morning,” I sai
He returned to that same spot on my neck. Kissing. Caressing. “Then, yes, I most definitely would like to see you again.”He was holding himself up with his arms, and I skimmed them, feeling the muscles bulge on each side. “Give me your phone. I’ll save my number.”He unlocked the screen and handed it to me, and I went into his Contacts and added my information.Rather than setting a date, this felt like the option that put the least amount of pressure on him.Still, the thought of him calling sent that tingle afire, and the thought of him not calling made my heart start to ache.I set his phone down and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him against me. My nose went into his hair, smelling, my mind memorizing.Just in case.And once a few beats passed, I respected his wishes and whispered, “Let’s go.”He gave me a quick kiss, his eyes holding mine as our mouths parted, and we climbed out of bed. He went into his closet, and I tossed his button-down on the bench in front of his