Page 76 of Midnight Mooring

Completely and utterly.

“I got it done while you were away. Kind of a reminder not to fuck up something as important as you again.” He took a step toward me, bracing his hands on his hips, too frickin’ sexy and delicious in nothing but his boxer shorts and tattoos. “I haven’t slept with anyone since last summer. Until last night, I hadn’t had sex in over a year.”

“Seriously?”

“I couldn’t lie to myself anymore about what I really wanted, and my dick decided he was in agreement.” He pointed comically to his current semi. “He’s only fucking interested in you.”

A throb of need between my thighs echoed the throb of feeling near my heart. I untied my robe, rolling my shoulders so it pooled onto the floor at my feet. “We can start taking it slow tomorrow.”

Forde’s answering grin was heated and so sexy, my nipples tightened in reaction.

A few minutes of foreplay later, I was pressed up against my living room wall. Forde donned protection before he gripped my right thigh against his hip. His cock plunged in and out of me in fast, hard strokes that blew my bloody mind.

I didn’t care if my neighbors could hear my cries of pleasure through the wall.

I didn’t care about anything but Forde Dallas and how special and wanted and needed he made me feel.

In the back of my mind, I think I knew that we were too far into this.

Going slow was no longer an option.

32. Forde

It was an understatement to say I was in a fan-fucking-tastic mood as I walked into the garage a bit later than usual. I’d made sure Cameron was happy to be left alone in her home while I returned to mine to shower for work. Rina commented on my good mood while Caoimhe seemed to be hiding from me.

She’d been in the Lantern last night, so that wasn’t surprising.

It was crap that it might have hurt her feelings, but there was nothing I could do about that.

I’d done my servicing for the morning, so I took some time to work on Mr. McEwan’s Ferrari. The restoration on it was going a bit slower than planned because of everything that had gone down with Cameron, but McEwan wasn’t in any rush.

Still, I enjoyed working on the vehicle. It was the kind of restoration work that was genuinely enjoyable for me and didn’t feel like work at all.

I was under the front of the Ferrari, replacing a part of the engine, when a whistle rent the air. Pushing out on the creeper, I raised my head and shielded my eyes from the sunlight pouring in from the garage doors. Bryan Weaver, one half of the couple who co-owned the bakery and tearoom and my LSLS colleague, stood over me.

“You all right?” I greeted as I sat up.

“Are you?” he asked in his thick Australian accent. “Everyone is buzzing this morning about your little snogging session with a very tall blond we all know and love.”

My lips twitched at his teasing. “Is that so?”

“There’s no denial, then.”

“Hard to deny something a lot of people witnessed.”

“Look at you, trying not to smile like the cat who’s got the cream.”

Snorting, I jumped up from the creeper, wiping my oily hands on a rag I kept in my pocket. “Did you come here to gossip, or can I help you with something?”

“Both. I wanted to book my little Jerry in for his MOT.” He referred to his VW camper van that he and his partner Harry had driven all over the world before they set up their business here on the island.

“No problem.” I gestured with a jerk of my chin for him to follow me to the reception desk where we kept our computer booking system. I sat down in the chair and clicked on the mouse to open the calendar. “When are you thinking?”

“Next available time, really.”

I searched the calendar and found a time that suited us both.

“Excellent.” Bryan quirked a brow. “So … shall we expect to see you and Ms. McQuarrie holding hands and riding off into the sunset together? Inquiring minds would like to know how serious this is considering you two have been at the verbal foreplay thing for two decades.”