I press her against the Chevy and lean in, dragging my mouth across her throat. “You want it as bad as I do?” With a whimper, she rakes her nails through my hair. “Yes,” she gasps, her words music to my ears. “Yes, God, yes. I want you.” “That’s not my name, honey, so let’s try it again.” Her long lashes flutter. “Ford,” she whispers. Without taking my gaze off her, my hands run along her creamy skin. Thighs. Hips. Throat. “I’m gonna break you, baby. But in the best kind of way.”
