Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Ford can go to hell.
I turn around and storm out of the bathroom and throw myself into work and think about all the ways I’m going to murder him when I see him later.
Chapter 16
Kat
Ford pulls up in a big limo at exactly five thirty, and I’m waiting out front for him with a thousand thoughts swirling through my head.
I want to stab him in the throat.
No, I want to stab him in the guts then in the throat.
No, I want to chop off his dick—well, maybe not his dick—okay, I want to hurt him, and I want to make him suffer, and I’m so pissed. Maybe he’s used to girls with more confidence and experience than me, but I’ve never put myself out there like that before and I feel like he asked me to do a trust fall then watched as I dropped to the ground. Now he’s here to laugh at me for being so pathetic.
I yank the door open and get in. The lights are dim and the windows are tinted nearly black. The heavy-duty privacy screen is up and I can’t see or hear the driver.
Ford’s sitting on the center bench in a white shirt and black slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattooed forearms pulsing with muscles, his top button undone to show off a hint of his chest, and shit, he’s gorgeous and looking at me like he wants to rip me to pieces. I refuse to let the sight of that freaking gorgeous man stop me from unleashing the tirade I’ve built up all day. I slam the door behind me and sit on the bench across from him and glare with all my might.
He says nothing. I say nothing. The limo pulls out and drives slowly away from the farm.
The tension is killing me. He’s just staring like he can’t help himself. The bastard should have an apology on his tongue right now. Instead, it’s all silence and a brooding stare. His eyes drift to my mouth, my throat, down to my breasts—
That does it. I finally explode. “You are such a piece of shit, you know that?”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me?”
“I sent you the most vulnerable and embarrassing picture of my entire life and you respond with something about picking me up from work like we were having a normal conversation.”
“Kat—”
“No, Ford, listen to me,” I say and I can’t let him steamroll me or interrupt me right now. I never, ever stand up for myself, but I can’t let this man walk all over me and set myself up for a miserable life of doing whatever this asshole says. “Maybe you don’t get it but I haven’t been in a ton of relationships, and you can’t just demand that I send you naked sexy pictures and then not respond when I actually work up the courage to freaking do it. Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt all day? I was just thinking about it and obsessing and, god, I’m so mad at you for being such a thoughtless asshole and—”
“Kat,” he says firmly and moves forward off his seat and onto his knees in front of me. I stare at him, blinking rapidly, not sure what the hell is going on right now. “I’ve been looking at that picture all fucking day. I’ve been stroking my hard cock thinking about licking the space between your breasts down to your belly button and in between your legs until you scream my fucking name.” He comes closer and puts his hands on my knees and shoves my legs open. “I told you I’d be picking you up from work because I couldn’t wait until you got home to do this.”
Well, holy crap, I did not expect that.
“You couldn’t wait to do what?” I ask, dizzy and breathless.
He slams his mouth against mine and kisses me hard.
I melt into that kiss. All my anger’s blown away into oblivion by that one simple gesture. I moan into his mouth and all the embarrassment and uncertainty explodes into a heavy, intense sudden desire that overwhelms me as his hands pull up my top the way it was in the picture I sent. His mouth works along mine, nibbling my lips, tongue invading past my teeth, his hands on my breasts and in my hair and, fuck, it feels so incredible to have him take me like this, like he can’t get enough of me, like he really has been thinking about me all day.
“Ford,” I whimper as he kisses my neck and down to my breasts as promised. He licks me and sucks and kisses down, down, along my stomach, my belly button—
“Here we are,” he growls as he unbuttons my jeans. “These come off.”
“Ford,” I moan as I lift my ass and let him peel my bottoms off. I’m in a pair of black panties and I’m a little sweaty from working outside and there’s no way I’m sexy right now, but the look in his eyes his pure fucking lust.