Page 97 of Score on You

My head jerks in false bravado. “I’m ready.”

Ridge reaches over his shoulder to grip the collar of his shirt. A single tug reveals his upper half to my hungry stare. The sight of my name inked on him puts me at ease. We belong together. This will work, along with everything else.

The clink of his belt knocks me from those assurances. His zipper lowers next, offering a peek at his boxers. The green fabric strains over his erection. My mouth goes dry and I instinctively scoot backward. An undeniable warmth is summoned to mylower belly. I squirm at the slick sensation that soon follows. Ridge smirks, undoubtedly guessing where my mind has traveled.

With a downward shove, the denim pools at his ankles and he stalks forward. “Make yourself comfortable, sweetness. Just like at home.”

“Is this the massage portion of the date?”

His mouth pulls up on one side. “Only if you’re referring to me rubbing you on the inside.”

There’s no arguing with that. I get situated in the middle. My upright position is supported by a stack of pillows. The silk comforter beneath me is like a cozy embrace. “This bed is luxurious.”

“Only the best for you.”

“Did you plan this part too?” My palms rub along the softness surrounding me.

“Only in my depraved imagination. One thing remains constant.” He climbs onto the end of the bed, crawling to where my legs are parted in invitation for him. “I’m always on my knees for you, love.”

“The view is steamy.”

“Couldn’t agree more. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He brushes across the damp lace that betrays my arousal.

I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he’s blocking my attempt. “Mhmm.”

“We should ditch these, yeah?” Ridge doesn’t wait for permission to peel off my underwear.

Not that I expect him to. I’ve already waved the green flag.

Before adding the crumpled bundle to the discard pile, he shoves the soaked section against his nose. His inhale is savage, like a hunter catching the scent of what he’s about to chase. The act is crude and obscene and an extreme turn-on. My hips shift in urgency, the insistent ache becoming more demanding.

He lowers to the gap between my splayed limbs, his broad shoulders spreading me wider. His tongue traces the outer edge of my center. Close, but more of a tease. I buck upward and he chuckles.

“Impatient?”

“Yes,” I admit.

That’s all I have to say. His lips seal around my clit with purpose. The suction is forceful, as if he’s trying to slurp through a straw. It’s strong enough to curl my toes.

Tingles erupt and I arch against the friction. He swipes that sensitive spot at a pace meant to send me over the edge. I squeal as pleasure immediately spreads outward. The pressure builds, growing in magnitude until I can’t contain it a moment longer.

“Oh, yes. There! I’m gonna—” My sentence cuts off on a wail as I climax.

A spasm rocks my core, searing through my veins like electric shocks. Those zaps heighten the bliss already crashing over me. When the static rush subsides, an quiet buzz sweeps in.

“Fucking exquisite.” He licks me from his lips.

“Gosh,” I wheeze. “You’re really good at that.”

“It comes easy when I’m passionate about the end result.”

“One of these days, you’ll let me return the favor.”

“We’ll see.”

I huff. “That’s just a polite no.”

“Do you want to have sex?” He points from his penis to my vagina.

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