Page 66 of Score on You

“I can’t believe how comfortable I am with you. Right from the start.” Which I’m further reminded of in my current position.

“We’re about to explore new territory again, huh?”

“Yes.” My quick response reflects eagerness.

“Are you ready?” There’s rustling down the line. It’s safe to assume he’s preparing himself for whatever happens next.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “I can hear the desperation in your voice. You’re such a good girl for asking nicely.”

The praise sends a zing along my spine. Heat engulfs me, hotter than before. “I’m burning up.”

“Are you still under a blanket?”

“No, I kicked off the covers.”

Ridge expels a satisfied noise as if I’ve pleased him again. Or maybe he’s visualizing me trying to cool off. “Are you wearing anything other than my jersey?”

“Just underwear.”

“Is your phone on speaker?”

“Yes.”

“That’s perfect. Set it on the pillow next to your head. Think of me next to you. Can you do that?”

I slide my eyes shut from his command. My mind conjures an image of him stretched out beside me. His tall height matches the entire length of my bed. His spicy pine scent seems to waft in the empty space. I inhale a greedy breath as if I can actually smell him. The tie to his scent strengthens my imagination.

“Okay, I can see you.” I shiver when he groans.

“You’re doing such a good job for me. I want you to bend your knees toward the ceiling. Put your soles flat on the sheet.”

“Ohhh,” I breathe while getting situated in his directed pose.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Very.” The chill settling over me is a welcome relief while I wait for further instructions. I can’t help but notice that the ache has spread.

“Did the hem bunch around your hips?”

I don’t need to glance down to confirm his prediction. “Uh-huh.”

“You’re on better display for me like this. I can’t wait until I’m actually in the room, watching you splay your legs wide.”

My bottom lip is trapped between my teeth to stifle a whimper. “I’m sure you will soon.”

“Damn, sweetness. You’re pure temptation. I’m stroking my cock while thinking about you in nothing but panties and my jersey.”

Meanwhile, I choke on his vulgar statement. My mind instantly recalls the hard bulge that presses into me while we kiss. “That’s very… explicit.”

“Too much?”

The throb between my thighs suggests not. “No, I think… uh, I liked it.”

“I can get really dirty for you, sweetness.” Ridge’s heavy breathing pairs with mine. “Do you want to hear more?”

“Yes. Please,” I tack on as a wheeze.

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