Page 84 of Love Complicated

He yanks my hair, making me arch, my shoulders meeting his torso again. This time he bites the back of my neck. “I knew you’d beg for it. You’re so weak for me.”

I’m tempted to punch him in the face and tell him to stop talking. Ridge has swagger that only he can pull off. And he knows he’sthatgood. You remember the girl I told you about that he fucked on the roof of her house? I bet you she still talks about it to this day. My point? Ridge is confident he’s going to make me writhe in pleasure the way no man ever has.

Guess who’s makin’ good on his statement?

Ridge.

Heat builds in my belly, whimpering at what he’s giving me, something no one else has cared to give. He’s notjustfucking me. Like he said, he’s owning me.

His mouth nips at my skin, shoulders, back, neck, one hand tangled in my hair, the other on my hip forcing me into every thrust.

“Come for me,” he demands in a low raspy voice that rattles my bones and pleads for more.

It’s not his movements that do it, though they’re enough; it’s that voice and those words. It’s the fact that he’s ordering me around, something Austin never did.

Wanting it, my body curves, arches, needs for him. There’s nothing touching my clit but this orgasm, it builds from deep within, rocking through my very center. Until now, I wouldn’t have thought an orgasm with no clit stimulation would be possible. I thought it was a myth, like the Loch Ness Monster.

Nope. Not a myth.

Ridge groans, low, deep within in his chest as if this sight of me squirming around on his cock is too much to bear for him. “That’s it, baby, fuckin’ take it.” He squeezes my hips, bringing me into each thrust.

He doesn’t give me a chance to bask in the endorphins. No, he wouldn’t. He pulls out, flips me back over so that I’m on my back again. His buckle clangs, his jeans still around his knees and climbs up my body, growling as he enters me again, forcefully, like he promised.

His lips part, and then they’re on mine next, kissing me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Our mouths are colliding, tongues tangling and breathing heavy. Words fall from his lips, but I can’t hear them. All I feel is pleasure that shoots through me and blinds me.

Just as I don’t want it to end, his thrusts come a little faster, and I know what’s coming. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving, every muscle tensed as he hovers above me. He looks at me, a quick glance, then his eyes dip low. He slams into me two more times, his eyes squeezing shut.

I feel like it lasts forever, or maybe it’s just me wanting it to. My hands grip the back of his neck, sliding over damp skin.

My lips curve into a smile when his lips brush mine, his knuckles on my cheek.

He rolls to the side and flops next to me on the floor, breathing heavy.

“Say something.” We are still both naked, and I’m starting to get chilly on the floor. But I want him to say something. I need him to, badly.

“Why do I have to say anything?” He lifts his head so we’re looking at each other.

“I don’t know. I just. . . I have no clue.” I really don’t have a clue. I don’t even understand what I’m saying, just that I need to saysomethingto fill the silence.

His lips twitch, but he fights his smile. “Aly.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You asked me to say something, so I did. Your name.”

“You suck.” I nuzzle into his neck, knowing damn well I’m only fueling a delusion that this could be anything more than tonight.

“You could again. . . if you want to.”

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