Page 121 of Score on You

Ridge bites his bottom lip, dragging the flesh through his teeth. “The one we’re in now shares a wall with yours on the other side. I liked the idea of being as close to you as possible when we weren’t together.”

My knees wobble under the intensity of his devotion. “That’s very…”

His mouth quirks at my delayed pause. “Romantic?”

I nod and rest my palm over his tattoo. “My favorite.”

“Now you’re here to stay, and we can relocate to the suite fit for a queen.”

“Am I still dreaming?” My breathy voice is fit for a fantasy.

“If you are, so am I.” His gaze grows hotter the longer he stares at me in my makeshift nightgown.

“I’m a bit dizzy. Maybe I should sit down.” I take the liberty of straddling his lap. My fingers clasp onto his shoulders for support.

Ridge’s hands automatically roam the expanse of my bared thighs, sneaking under the hem of the jersey I’m wearing. “Have you eaten?”

“No, and I’m famished.” A clench in my lower belly confirms as much.

“What should I feed you?”

“Protein,” I blurt.

His hips roll, which grinds my core against him. The sweats do little to hide his arousal. “Would you like a sausage in your bun?”

I’m nodding too fast, focused on the hunger gnawing at me. “Yes, please.”

“Fuck, you ask so nicely.” His touch wanders higher and abruptly stops. “No panties?”

“I was optimistic.”

“That’s my girl,” he croons against my upturned jaw. “I like your style.”

A downward tug frees his penis from the loose confines of his pants. My slick center glides along his length, drenching him in me. I shiver while warmth quickly spreads through my veins. Ridge groans in return, as if he’s succumbing to a similar heat. My scalp prickles where perspiration gathers and I’m suddenly burning.

“Too hot,” I complain.

He strips the jersey from me in a fluid motion. “Better?”

Cool air bathes my fevered skin and I sag into the relief. “Much.”

“Where were we?” His fingers dig into my waist as he slides me back and forth. “Soak me, sweetness.”

I’m turned on to the point of almost dripping.

On the next forward motion, his tip bumps my opening. We expel a mutual groan. My grip on his shoulders tightens as I lift slightly. Ridge’s eyes widen on mine. “Gonna ride me?”

My head jerks in the affirmative. “Straight to Pound Town.”

He chuckles, which jostles our position. That jolty movement nudges him into me. The humor evaporates from his expression, replaced by a blissful smile. My mouth curves to match his while the desire to be filled becomes a need.

I stretch around him, accepting his wide girth into the most intimate depths of me. There’s an abundance of arousal to ease his entry. My gaze locks on his as more wetness builds. The resistance loosens with every inch he gains.

We sigh in unison once I’m fully seated on him. We start at a cautious pace while we get accustomed to this flipped dynamic.Before this, I’d been too unsure to go on top. The onslaught of pleasure has me questioning why I waited so long.

I shift my hold to the bench rack for leverage, rising and falling at a steady pace. My pebbled nipples rasp against his chest. That friction sparks into flames that are ready to set me ablaze. An urgency pushes me to increase my tempo until our hips smack together with each rushed contact.

A purposeful tilt of my pelvis sends him impossibly deeper. Ridge’s hands travel to my butt, cradling the soft curves before squeezing. The combination of tender and rough pairs with his hardness driving into my pliable warmth.

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