Page 78 of Score on You

He drags his nose along my throat. “Couldn’t agree more. I love having unrestricted access.”

Which he’s provided me with as well. The reminder prompts me to rest my fingers on his abdomen. His muscles flex beneath my timid contact. He’s warm and inviting. I begin tracing the definition sculpted there. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s chiseled from stone.

Ridge continues playing with me in return. I arch into him when he brushes over my nipple. The friction is more of a tease through the fabric.

My inhale tappers into a whimper. “Go under.”

He immediately pulls at my jersey, dragging the mesh fabric up my torso. That slow graze against my skin is a stimulating tickle. I shiver as a chill offers a momentary reprieve from the heat. My nipples pebble and he tweaks one between his bent knuckles. The sting sends a zap straight to my core.

“Oh!” I cry.

His eyes study my expression. “Good?”

“Yes.”

He repeats the process, clamping on and off to heighten the sensation. Tingles spread through my lower belly. I’m slick and needy, but too shy to announce it. My blunt nails curl into him. There’s no excess to grasp. As if once again listening to my private thoughts, his head suddenly dips.

I grab his hair when he latches onto my breast. His lips pull at my nipple, sucking me deep. A squeal falls from my slack mouth. I bend to push more of myself into him. Ridge grumbles against my flesh, telling me just how much he enjoys this.

The throb in my center is an insistent demand. My thighs clench, but that does little to ease the yearning. He must notice my struggles and increases the pace. His tongue swivels and lashes my breast before he blows against the damp peak. That blast of cold sizzles through me.

I picture him lavishing my clit with the same attentions. Once that thought takes shape, I wonder if it’s just a hopeless fantasy. Or would he willingly do that to me. Desire multiplies into a starving hole that needs to be filled.

“More,” I plead.

Ridge pauses. “Where?”

The words stick together into a jumbled mass. Rather than spit it out, I lower my hand to where the ache blooms. My panties are soaked where I press down against the twinge. That only feeds the bottomless pit my lust has become. I punctuate my meaning with a roll of my hips.

He stares at my movements but doesn’t take the hint. “Tell me, sweetness.”

Frustration battles against the nerves holding me hostage. Just before I beg him to take the reins, a guide materializes from the depths of my ambitious research. The idea forms and grows until I can clutch on. Inspiration blends with my imagination to create a scene fit for us.

“It was suggested that I read romance novels to gain knowledge. I’ve devoured several already.”

Ridge blinks slowly. “Okay…?”

“The content is very… erotic.”

Awareness gleams in his gaze. “Oh, I see where you’re going with this. What did you learn?”

“We could… pleasure each other. At the same time.”

“You wanna touch me?” He nods to the tented material camped in his lap.

“Yes, very badly.” I giggle at the double entendre.

“The desire is very mutual, love.” Ridge hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

I mirror his action. “Let’s do it.”

My underwear is halfway down my legs when he strips to reveal himself. Coherent functioning flees the scene. The sight in front of me defies logic.

“Holy shit,” I sputter. “You’re huge. Like way above average.”

“Speaking from experience?” His nostrils flare.

“No,” I rush to say. “But there’s no way your penis is a normal size.”

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