Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I stepped closer, and he wrapped me in a hug. I was right; it was warm, but also protective, supportive, comforting, and soft. In a word, it was perfect.
“Come on in.” He pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
Ford showed me around his home, which was clean and comfortable. He smiled as he pointed out pictures of his son hanging on the beige colored walls. Henley was cute. The best thing about him was that he had his father’s pretty eyes.
Daddy took me through the kitchen and living room. He showed me his bedroom and the bathroom attached to it, along with the smaller bathroom in the hallway. Everything was decorated simply, in muted earth tones, reflecting his natural, easy style.
“But something tells me this room is going to be your favorite,” Ford told me with a wink as he pushed open a door. He touched his hand to my lower back as he led me inside. He stepped in close to me, and my eyes widened as I took everything in.
Besides the beige-colored paint on the walls, this room looked nothing like the rest of Ford’s home. Tucked in the corner was a twin sized bed, dressed in a fuzzy pink blanket. It also held many soft pillows, all in different shades of pink.
Along the wall were several book shelves, which all held a wide assortment of toys. There were little metal cars and trains, as well as Barbie dolls, makeup kits, and all kinds of stuffed animals. The last thing I noticed on the bottom shelf was a set of blocks. But they weren’t made of wood or plastic; they were large cubes crafted from soft fabric.
It looked as if the room was handmade for me, and my heart skipped a beat at the possibility that maybe it was. Ford was new to all of this, so it didn’t make sense for him to have a decked out playroom. Even if he did keep a space for his son to play in when he visited, I knew from our conversations that Henley was into cars, trucks, and police items.
I looked at Ford, whose hopeful, slightly nervous expression threatened to burst my heart wide open. My voice trembled when I asked, “Did…did you do all of this for me?”
“I did,” he replied tentatively. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I blinked my glassy eyes as I tried to explain to him just how much. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. You listened to everything I said - everything I like - and made a special place just for me. And you did all of this since last night!”
I’d just met this wonderful man the night before. I knew the words were true, but they didn’t seem real. It felt as if I’d known him for so long, and so deeply; as if he really saw me, for who I was.
“I’ll admit I had a little help,” Ford added with a sheepish smile. “Henley and Amir came over this morning and assisted me in getting the room all ready.”
My knees went weak, and I gripped his arm to keep from stumbling. “You told them about me?”
“Is that okay? I’m sorry if I crossed a boundary. I was just so excited to tell them about meeting you, and I wanted to have the place perfect for you and-”
Ford’s words stopped when I pressed my lips to his. I was so overwhelmed by his actions and care that I needed to show him what they meant to me; what he meant to me.
I pulled back enough to whisper against his lips, “I’ve never been anything but someone's dirty little secret.”
His arms wrapped around my waist, and his big hands splayed across my back, holding tight, as if shielding me from my own past.
“You deserve so much more,” he whispered back to me, “To be romanced privately and publicly; to be shown care and shown off. You deserve to be loved out loud.”
I kissed him again, this time not stopping with a simple peck. I ran my tongue across the seam of his lips and once I crossed that line, Daddy took control. One hand slid up my back and into my hair. He leaned my head to the side so he could kiss me deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
He was commanding yet gentle as he licked against me; his fingers pressed into my lower back, while they also caressed my hair. He nipped at my lips, but his tongue lapped mine gently. The kiss was everything he was; passionate and tender, assertive and soothing. But over too quickly.