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Chapter 19
Kat
“What are we celebrating, exactly?” I ask Ford as we sit in the back of the limo on the way to dinner.
“Our first week together.” He grins and puts a hand on my inner thigh. “And you finally becoming a woman.”
I shove his hand away and roll my eyes. “I’ve been a woman for a lot longer than you’ve been a man, asshole.”
“Whatever you say. Did I tell you how nice you look tonight yet?”
“Three times, but I can always hear it a fourth.”
“You look perfect.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready to be out in public together?”
I shrug and give him a brave smile, but he’s got a point. We’re not exactlyfamousor anything like that, but our families are known in this town and he’s taking me to one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Texas. Chances are decent someone from the social circles we run in will recognize us and the rumors will spread like wildfire.
Unless they’re already spreading. Which, knowing Sara Lynn, they probably are. Fortunately, I’ve been smart enough to stay the heck away from social media and I don’t know what people are saying about us, and I really don’t want to find out.
“I’m ready if you are,” I say and he only gestures for me to follow like it’s no big thing.
We get a table in a private corner of the dining room. I don’t see anyone I know as we’re seated and Ford orders wine. We clink our glasses together and he watches me with a seductive little smile, and I blush thinking about the last few nights.
I’m sore in the best possible way.
We last minutes—seconds, really—each night after we’re in bed and the lights are out before I find Ford crossing the invisible line. And I find myself welcoming him with eager lips, with eager legs and an eager tongue. Because Ford’s shown me more about sex than I ever dreamed I’d learn in a life time.
And he’s a very patient, very kind teacher.
But not exactly gentle.
The anticipation is overwhelming. I get through the day at work thinking about him the whole time, completely aware that he’s not going to keep his hands off me for very long. He’s always coming in late, and always looking at me like he wants to destroy me, and that’s exactly what he does—slowly, painfully, explosively. I’ve been touched and licked and fucked in ways I never even thought about. Now I feel more tired than I’ve ever been in my whole life and, it’s the exhaustion of someone very satisfied with some very hard work.
“Can I admit something to you?” he asks and doesn’t wait for me to answer. “I thought living with a woman would be a pain in the ass.”
“This is the part where you say it’s not and you actually love having me around all the time.”
His lips quirk. I love the scar on the one edge of his mouth though he never talks about it. Actually, there are a lot of scars he never mentions and even though I trace them with my finger as he pounds deep inside of me, we don’t talk about them, and I don’t feel like I’ve earned the right to ask what they are yet.
“You smell like horses. You know that, right?”
I glare at him. “I work on a farm, asshole. You know, doing hard work?”
“Cute, a Stockton talking about hard work. Doesn’t your family spend most of its time lounging by the pool or playing golf?”
I grind my jaw. “Yes, but I’m not like my family.”
His expression softens. “I know that, and that’s why I like you.”
“You like me now? I thought I smelled like a barn.”
“You do, and you leave your hair all over the drain, and you don’t pick up after yourself, and—”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” I say, glaring hard.
He laughs and reaches out suddenly and catches my hand. “But I love the way you laugh. I love the way you dance a little while you’re making coffee.”
