Now and Then by Mira Lyn Kelly Page A

her breasts in his palms.
    “Your body is so beautiful,” he growled against her ear. “It always was, but now, fuck, Brynn, the way you curve…perfect.”
    The words should have had her tensing up—not because she didn’t like her body, but because she’d been working for years to keep the focus off of it. Only now, it was just Ford and instead of wanting to downplay her womanly shape, she was reveling in it.
    Catching the bottom hem of her stretchy dress, he dragged the fabric up, leaving two fingers from each hand trailing behind.
    So he could feel the bare skin he was uncovering.
    He was brushing past the border of her panties—the plain black cotton bikinis that were the sexiest thing she owned—groaning as he cleared the narrow point at her hip. And then those four trailing fingers were skipping over the rise of her ribs, leaving a path of goose bumps in their wake. Not from the cool air she rationally knew was kissing the skin currently burning under his touch, but from pleasure and anticipation.
    “All I’ve been able to think about since that first night was what it would be like to get my mouth on you.” He pulled her dress higher, past the swell of her breasts. Higher still.
    Her breath hitched, but she was so caught up in Ford’s seduction, she raised her arms without prompting as he stripped the dress completely free.
    “I want to taste all your peaks.” Tugging the cotton of her bra aside, he cupped her breasts and gave in to another one of those deep, rumbling groans when her hardened nipples pressed into his palms. “Lick through your valleys.”
    He’d done it once. Kissed her between her legs until she’d cried his name and come so undone, she thought she’d never pull back together again. Even now, she felt herself unraveling at the thought alone. Felt the warm surge of desire flooding her, the needy ache between her legs. The swelling of her most sensitive tissues.
    “Ford,” she gasped, when he spun her around and pressed her shoulders into the door behind her. Because,
God,
the way he was looking at her. The heat in his eyes as they raked down her nearly bare body.
    She clenched in anticipation and she wondered if it was possible for her to come just from the way he was looking at her.
    A sound that was something between pleasure and pain rumbled from deep in his chest, and then he was going to his knees in front of her.
    “I can’t wait, Brynn.” His fingers were hooked into the sides of her panties and he was drawing them slowly, almost reverently, down her hips until the wet panel clinging to her sex pulled free. Ford’s gaze locked on her sex and the muscle in his jaw flexed. “Baby, take off your bra for me. I need to see you.”
    Flipping the front clasp of her too practical bra, she brushed the straps free of her shoulders and discarded it along with the panties Ford helped her step out of. And then she was naked in front of him. The literal man of her dreams, on his knees, looking at her like he was a single breath away from—
    Oh, oh, ooooooh.
    One lick. One slow, long, sweet lick and Brynn’s knees buckled and her hands shot out wide in search of something to hold her up. Something to hold on to. Anything to ensure she didn’t fall on the floor before he had a chance to do that again. But Ford had a hold on her hips and she wasn’t going anywhere. Except straight to heaven, because oh, God.
Oh God, oh God, ohgooooood.
    “You taste so sweet. Open for me, baby. Let me have some more of you.”
    Brynn widened her stance. But it wasn’t what he wanted, because he glanced up at her, wearing another cocky smirk as he shook his head. And then he was taking her hand in his and placing it on his shoulder, while he slid the other behind her knee to hook it over his elbow.
    “Like this, baby.”
    A part of her wanted to protest. She was a two-feet-on-the-ground kind of girl, looking for stability in every part of her life. But with Ford, where the physical and emotional had