And then everything spun and he was laying her back on the floor. Only not the floor, something soft and silky sheād have to identify later, because her attention was fully occupied by Ford kneeling between her legs, those gorgeous big hands of his working his belt and fly in deft movements. He grasped a handful of shirt and T-shirt from over his shoulder and whipped them both off before freeing his straining erection from beneath his white boxer briefs as he shoved them and his pants down his hips. And the sight of him, thick and long and jutting toward her, made her want to take him with her mouth almost as much as she wanted him to sink inside her. Almost. But that little fantasy would have to wait until this more immediate need had been met. A need that was becoming almost unbearable as Ford made quick work of the condom heād retrieved from his wallet. āNumber one,ā he said, crawling over her as she pulled and tugged, urging him closer with her knees and heels.