Page 76 of Score on You

I giggle and bobble in his hold, but he doesn’t release me. “It’s not much.”

Ridge shrugs while edging closer to the mattress. “More furnishings than mine.”

My nose wrinkles as I glare at the blank walls. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You’ll see when you dare to visit.”

A huff lifts the hair off my cheeks. “I hadn’t been invited until tonight.”

“You’re always welcome at my house,” he reminds.

“That’s very neighborly of you, boyfriend.”

“I could say the same to you about hosting our long overdue slumber party.”

“Long overdue? Is that why you couldn’t get over here fast enough?” Which explains his lack of response.

“Mhmm,” he says and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You call and I come running.”

“Literally,” I laugh.

“Should we find out what other liberties you’ll grant me this evening?” Ridge sets me in the middle of the bed.

I turn to my side and watch as he gets himself situated beside me. “Do you want to get under the covers?”

“Not yet.” He pauses, allowing his gaze to travel over my relaxed pose. “Damn, love. My fantasies didn’t do you justice.”

My throat goes dry while I admire him stretched out next to me. “You look right at home.”

His smile mirrors my statement. “I might never leave.”

“Okay, but you packed pretty light.” I pretend to search for his overnight bag.

“All I need is you.” Ridge catches my eye roll this time and chuckles. “What more could I need?”

“The essentials,” I chide. “Like a toothbrush and clean underwear.”

“I’m comfortable going without.” He juts his hips.

That purposeful movement calls attention to the rigid column barely concealed by the gray sweats. The shape of him is fascinating. His girth resembles a thick and venomous snake. One I’ve only heard about in stories. It jingles an internal alarm.

I find myself wondering how we’ll fit together. “You’re… above average, right?”

A flash of a dimple tries to soothe me. “How kind of you to notice, sweetness. Top of the scale in every measurement that counts.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” But awe still tints my tone. “The evidence is a tad… startling.”

“This isn’t all me.” He slides a hand into his pocket, which is on the other side and contradicts his claim. “There’s something extra in here for you.”

I wait for him to expand on that vague hint, but he doesn’t. “Are you gonna whip it out or what?”

Ridge chokes and begins coughing until his eyes water. “Damn, love. Slow down. We gotta ease into this.”

My inexperience is exposed, and I fumble into a backpedal. “Should I get my scrapbook?"

“Later,” he breathes against my lips.

I float in his chaste kiss for a moment. “What happens now?”

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