21
INDI
Ford insisted on carrying me into my house–ridiculous man. He’d been possessive as hell from the moment he found me up on the mountain. Like he needed to keep touching me to make sure I was really okay. Like he was afraid to let me out of his sight.
I wasn’t too eager to let him out of mine either.
“I don’t need you to prove you’re the hero, Ford. I’m already convinced.” I laughed when he bumped my feet against the doorframe to get me through it. “Or is this supposed to be a honeymoon carry over the threshold?”
“This is me claiming my woman,” he growled, all alpha male.
I stroked his beard and nipped at his neck as he made his way into the bedroom and gently sat me on the bed.
His dark brows furrowed when he surveyed my throat. He lightly traced a fingertip down the side of
