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Then with everything else compounding on top of that…
I bury my face in his shoulder and breathe him in. There’s no avoiding my stomach pressing against his, but I purposely stay away from his injured arm. He doesn’t show any physical cues that indicate I’m hurting him, so I melt into the soft material of his shirt and focus on staying in the moment.
“I feel like a broken record, but I have to say it again. I can’t lose you when I just found you,” I say barely above a whisper.
“And you won’t.” His heart beats under my ear, and I focus on breathing in his rich pipe tobacco scent. The other notes of leather and bergamot are there, but only when I focus extra hard on sniffing them out, and before I know it, my entire body buzzes.
His pheromones affect my system like a truth serum, and I speak without even meaning to.
“I hate that I keep freaking out on you.” My eyes clench closed as embarrassment washes through my entire body. “I yelled at you for getting shot. Who does that? I’m so remorseful over the time we lost and the things you missed out on?—”
“All right, sweetheart. We went over this, but we can have this conversation again if you need to hear it.” He soothes his hand over my back, and a few seconds pass before a ragged purr starts in his chest. “Let’s see if that helps settle your nerves. Fear makes people react in different ways. I’d say you got angry because it was easier to process in the moment than it was to be afraid. It’s a pretty solid survival mechanism, by the way. But I’m not holding any grudges, and you can’t carry that guilt around forever.”
All of that makes sense.
Omegas are rarely logical, though…
Chapter Forty-One
Quincy
The vibration of Ridge’s purr against my cheek, combined with how potent his pheromones are, succeeds in settling my system. My face rubs against the material of his shirt, and I run my fingers over his collarbone.
Ridge is so big that he manages to make me feel tiny in comparison. I have to rise on my knees to see his face. We both have blue eyes, but while mine are pale, his are shocking and vibrant. With his dark hair and beard, they stick out even more drastically.
When I didn’t know how to find him, I was afraid that the baby would come out looking like him, and for the rest of my life, I would see the one who got away every time I looked at her.
Now? I hope our daughter gets his eyes and his sense of humor.
I want her to have all those traits that make him who he is.
My fingers dig into his jaw as I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it and swirling my tongue around it.
Ridge’s hand clamps down on my hip, and his forearm pushes against my lower back, bringing me even closer to him. He tastes slightly minty, likely from the candies he snagged from the dish on Calder’s desk, and he feels so sturdy under me.
In my entire life, I’ve never been as afraid as I was yesterday, and I do my best to pour my emotions into the kiss. At first, it’s frantic as I attack his mouth, but it transforms into a tender, sensual kiss with lots of tongue.
Time loses all meaning, and I find myself gyrating over his zipper as his hand tightens on my back. I hate that I have to pull back to breathe, but there’s no way around it.
My cheek comes to rest against Ridge’s, and although I can’t see it, I can feel the curve of his smile.
“I was a little worried the medication would keep my dick from working, but I’m happy to announce, that is not the case.” He grips my hip, grinding me over his lap.
He is very hard, and I would love to feel him inside me, but he needs more time to heal. That doesn’t stop my body from dumping out an obscene amount of pheromones.
Ridge growls, and my instincts force me to bare my neck to him. A wild groan vibrates from his lips, and he moves to fist my hair, bringing my neck to his mouth.
His beard pokes into my skin, and he scratches his teeth over the tender flesh. It’s a good thing I have a long torso, which helps evenly distribute the baby belly, because if it stuck out even one or two more inches, I don’t think this would be possible.
My nipples tighten, and my core follows suit, pulsing with need.
I didn’t have any waves of heat last night, and I was grateful for that. It’s possible the pure terror kept my system busy, but now that I’m no longer panic-stricken, my physical needs have come back with a fury.
“Ridge…” I whimper and bite my lower lip to keep a whine from escaping.
The way his tongue flicks over my throat doesn’t help my head stay clear. He’s so hard under me that I would give just about anything to have him stretching me to capacity.
“Yeah, sweetheart? All you gotta do is tell me what you need.”
