The room was heavy with the scent of old secrets and the sudden, electric heat of our bodies. The kiss was like a dam breaking. Ford didn't just kiss me; he consumed me. His hands, rough and calloused from years of military service, found the hem of my shirt and pulled it upward. I helped him, my arms shaking as the fabric vanished.
He pushed me back on the bed. I fell onto the soft mattress, and he was over me instantly. He made quick work of my jeans, tugging them down my legs with a desperate speed. Then, he stood back for just a second to strip off his own pants.
I lay there, my chest heaving, watching him. He was a mountain of muscle, his skin tight and scarred. When he was finally bare, my eyes went straight to the silver glint at the base of his shaft. The piercing.
The silver ba
