Page 65 of Score on You

“I’m hot all over. It’s never been this intense. Maybe I have a fever.”

“That’s just your body responding to the situation. It’s totally normal. There’s nothing to worry about,” I promise.

“Why is there such a strong insistence? This hollowness demands to be filled.” The slight whine in her voice could send me over the edge.

“That’s what happens when you’re ready.”

“Like you’ve been hinting at for weeks?” Her huff is pure frustration.

“Yes, sweetness. You’ve reached a point where you want to explore these urges.”

“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whimpers.

“You’ll figure it out. Trust me. Should we play a bit and see what you like?”

“Only if you take charge.”

“Gladly,” I grunt and increase my pace.

The power she just handed over is a stronger adrenaline rush than being on the ice. Her request is like giving me free access to control every element. She might as well be beside me, studying my powerful strokes, with the amount of testosterone flowing through my veins.

I blindly grab for the lotion on my nightstand and squirt a blob into my palm. The lubricant heightens the sensation. My grip turns slick, mirroring the slippery warmth of her pussy as I slide deep. Friction pushes and pulls while she clenches around me. The visual is so vivid, wrenching a curse from my parted lips.

“Ridge?”

“Mhmmm?” I don’t trust myself to speak more than that.

“Are you okay? It sounds like you’re panting.”

“What if I told you that I’m already touching myself?”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “You are?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I groan. “I don’t fight my urges when it comes to you, sweetness. Instead, I satisfy them. Often.”

“There’s much to learn,” Callie mewls.

Those little noises are raw lust that I feed on. “I’ve got you. Want me to set the scene for us to do this together?”

My thoughts spin in a reckless loop as I contemplate Ridge’s offer. “Yes?”

His chuckle is rich and thick. “We’ll go slow. Just relax for me. Imagine I’m kissing you.”

My mouth tingles while I adjust against the mattress, sinking into the softness like when his lips are pressed to mine. “That’s simple. It’s practically all I think about.”

He laughs again. “You’re a natural, love.”

“Only with you directing me.”

Ridge clucks his tongue. “Nah, it’s just us. Spontaneous bliss.”

My memory is jogged. “Is that what happens after the unexpected part?”

“Yeah, sweetness. This comes easily for us now.”

“Our connection is special,” I agree.

“Even if it felt like a shock at first.”

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