Page 104 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
“You’re just lucky I like your dick so much.”
He smiled and kissed my lips. “My dick is all yours.”
“For three more days.”
“For as long as you want.” He rolled onto his back and clasped my hand in his. We stared at the ceiling for a while, stunned by the enormity of it all.
Love. It was so overwhelming. My body wasn’t big enough to contain it all. My heart swelled and swelled until it felt like it would burst through the walls of my chest and float to the ceiling.
I was madly, sickeningly in love with Ridge, and I couldn’t figure out how or when it happened. One minute I was swearing up and down that I would never fall for him, and then boom, it had come out of nowhere and hit me so suddenly. Like a lightning bolt. Or a meteor.
I’d never been so scared of anything in my life.
Every time I’d ever allowed myself to hope,to want something, it had gotten snatched away or ruined.
And I wanted Ridge so badly.
I didn’t want anything to ruin us. I didn’t want to ruinhim. But, somehow, someway, I knew that I would.
But Ridge was my lifeline, and I was too selfish to let him go.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
Ridge
Headlights shonethrough the front window, lighting up my living room. I set my guitar aside and opened the front door as Evie stepped out of her car and into the pouring rain. She darted up the porch steps and grabbed my hand, pulling me across the porch and down the steps into the torrential downpour.
“What are you doing, woman?” I raised my voice to be heard over the sound of rain pummeling the roof and the wind whipping through the trees, bending the branches so far back I was sure they’d snap. “Get your crazy ass in the house.”
“What fun is that?” she yelled.
It was biblical, Noah get your animals in the Ark kind of rain, and within seconds we were soaked to the skin, our clothes drenched and rivers of rain pouring from our hair. But the only thing that mattered was her smile. A rare smile that I’d only seen once or twice. Evie’s smile could light up the darkness and rival every star for its brightness.
I marveled at the sight of Evie with her face tipped up to the sky, laughing in the rain.
“I feel so alive,” she said, arms outstretched as she spun around and around until I caught her and pulled her against me.
She looked up at me, a smile still on her lips, and her green eyes lit up with happiness, and I wanted everything to stay like this. I wanted to capture the moment and never let it go.
“You’re crazy,” I murmured, my lips finding hers.
“About you.”
“About time you admitted it.”
“Don’t ruin it. Just shut up and kiss me.”
She clung to me, her hands clenching my wet T-shirt, and I fisted her hair and palmed her ass, pulling her close.
We kissed in the rain with the water pouring down on us and our bodies glued together. Then she climbed up my body and cinched her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and I jogged inside with her wrapped around me.
We left puddles of water on the floor and up the stairs, and she was laughing as I slip-slided on my bare feet and tripped over the duffel bags outside my bedroom door.
We landed in a heap on the floor, and I grunted when my body took the impact of our fall.
She looked down at me. “Good thing you’re such a tough guy.”
“Good thing.”
