Page 77 of Score on You

His chuckle loosens the unease prodding at me. “Now that I’m in your bed, what’re you planning on doing to me?”

“Um…” I stall on my innocence. My mind sputters along unknown avenues of how to please him. “Are you hungry?”

“What’re you serving?” His bent knuckle circles my cheek.

I imagine my blush can be seen from the stars. “There’s plenty of tater tot hotdish left from dinner.”

Ridge rubs his stomach. “Nah, I’m still stuffed. Don’t tell my mother, but I prefer your version.”

“Really?”

“One of the best things I’ve put in my mouth.” His eyes twinkle in the dim lighting. “I’m curious about what you’ll offer me for dessert.”

“Do you want cherry cobbler? I found a recipe.”

He lifts his brows. “Is that so?”

“It takes an hour to bake. That doesn’t include prep. Maybe there’s a faster option,” I mumble.

“Don’t stress about time. We’ll take as long as you need. I’m a patient man, remember?”

I frown. “You’re going to make it with me?”

“When we’ve reached that point,” he rasps. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

That concept has returned to haunt me, but I appreciate the context clue. “You’re talking about sex.”

Ridge groans, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m going to worship every inch of you.”

I squirm at the desire in his voice. “Please.”

His palm rests on my waist. “What’re you asking for?”

Warmth seeps into me. “I’m not sure, but the ache is there.”

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

My hand instinctively trails down between my legs, but the jersey blocks me. “Will you help?”

He tugs on the hem, collecting the mesh material in his fist, but pauses at the middle of my thigh. “Tell me what to do. You’re in control.”

I gulp at the nerves threatening to suffocate me. “Just like when we’re on the phone.”

“Be specific,” he urges.

“Kiss me.”

Ridge’s mouth is on mine in the next rapid beat of my heart. The fact he didn’t hesitate to obey my command is an electric thrill. A tremble moves through me like a surge of power. He’s giving me permission to use him for my pleasure. I have the authority to rule his motions. But only if I dare.

I tilt my face, sending his lips to my jaw. He smiles into my skin. That sign of encouragement from him is another boost to my confidence, giving me a push to explore uncharted territory.

“Cup my breast,” I wheeze.

Again, there’s no delay in his response. His hand roams upward along the slope of my waist to reach my chest. Ridge caresses me, circling the mound, before cradling the weight in his palm. A groan spills from him into the crook of my neck.

“No bra?”

“It’s a nuisance.”

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