Page 96 of Score on You

Another punch of lust jabs me in the gut and I almost fold in half. “Just from being around you.”

She begins reaching for me. “Do you want me to—?”

My arm straightens outward to halt her advance. “We should eat first.”

“What if I’m not hungry?” Callie twirls a lock of her dark hair, a sneaky glint entering her gaze.

“You said I could feed you.” My voice cracks in a plea for willpower.

Her focus slips downward. “Mhmm.”

“Sweetness,” I rasp.

“Yes, boyfriend?”

“Be careful what you wish for,” I recite the phrase like the warning it is.

She licks her bottom lip. “I prefer throwing caution to the wind. Let’s do it. Together.”

“You’re testing my restraint, love.”

Callie steps up to me, gripping the front of my shirt in her fist. “How do I make it break?”

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhale across her forehead. It appears my earlier aspirations might come to fruition after all. My palms roam to her ass and I press into her. Hard against soft. She gasps at my rigid need. I begin lifting her to the ledge of the island. The height will put her pussy directly in my face once I’m seated.

But then she struggles against my intentions. “No, not here.”

“Do you have something against this pristine eating surface?”

“I’m ready to have sex,” Callie blurts. “In a bed, if that’s… agreeable.”

My request causes a chain reaction. Ridge keeps me lofted in his grip and turns to exit the kitchen with purpose. His lips carve a sizzling path along my throat as he navigates our course. Through the desire he’s stoking, common sense filters in.

“Wait! The oven.” Won’t make that mistake again.

He’s quick to comply, retracing our steps before resuming his progress to wherever we’re going. As it turns out, the guest bedroom where we’re assigned to sleep is at the end of a very long hallway. In the minutes it takes to get there, nervous anticipation has tangled into a knot that consumes my stomach.

I cling tighter to him as we approach our destination. My inner muscles clench, empty and demanding to be filled. The stimulation ripples through me and I have to stifle a moan. I wonder if Ridge can feel the tremble in my legs.

The door opens with a creak. That ominous sound echoes the unknown about to come. His stride is steady while he carries me toward the mattress that monopolizes the space. The size is evenbigger than the California King he recently purchased for me. Although he’s been staying over every night, which makes the purchase mutually beneficial.

My butt sinks into the memory foam when Ridge sets me down. He’s quick to step back, as if needing a brief pause before proceeding.I take the opportunity to stretch my courage.

There’s a visible quake in my hands as I grasp the hem of my dress. The cotton whispers against my skin. Cool air prickles the fever scalding my flesh with every curve I expose. Once the material is pulled over my head, I’m bathed in goosebumps. Only my bra and panties conceal me.

Ridge’s gulp is audible. It draws my focus to the tension cutting into his expression. He flexes his fingers, clutching nothing but invisible desires. The swell in his pants tents the material outward. It reminds me where that girthy shaft is expected to go.

I want this. Badly. But there’s a decent dose of concern injected into me along with the lust. He’s a very large man.

“I won’t hurt you.” His low timbre is soothing.

My exhale sputters in return. “I know.”

“You look worried.”

I smooth my features. “Just general curiosity about how you’re going to fit.”

“We’ll go slow.”

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