Page 21 of Safe to Love
I panted under him, as he did over me.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, and I could only nod.
Ridge looked down at me, “We shouldn’t have done that this soon. You are going to be sore.”
I couldn’t feel it. Only him. “If I’m sore later, that’s fine. I wanted it. Needed you.”
Ridge lifted his arm, gently cupping my face, “You are my only reason for all I do.”
I smiled up at him, “I don’t deserve you.”
Ridge’s face went serious, “Yes, you do.”
“You are too good for me. I abandoned you when all I wanted was you.”
“Kresslee,” he started to say, but I shook my head, “You did so much for me; everything you did was with me in mind. How did you know I would be here? How could you plan your life around me?”
He cupped my face, “It wasn’t hard. I never wavered in my choice. Never. I knew you were my girl. I knew that one day you would be here with me. Even if I had to convince you by kidnapping you one day.”
I bit my lip so I didn’t laugh, “You would have kidnapped me?”
He lifted a brow, “You would have been okay with it?”
I nodded, “You have no idea how badly I wanted to abandon my life for you.”
“We will work to figure this out. I won’t let you go. Not ever again will I live without you. After this season is over, you are going to be mine. My wife. My everything.”
I knew my eyebrows flew up my forehead, “Your wife?”
Ridge nodded, “My wife. The mother of my children.”
I wanted that. I wanted our life. The life we could have together in this house.
I smiled up at him, “I want that too.”
He leaned in, kissing me and pulling out of me before we could go for another round.
I moaned the loss of him deep inside me.
“We need to eat.”
I smiled as he handed me a shirt from his closet after he pulled on some gray sweats.
His body was something I had always dreamed of.
He had the abs I wanted to lick, the arms I knew held me tightly, and everything else.
Including his cock that seemed to be hard, pressing against his sweats.
He lifted a brow, “Checking me out?”
I pulled the shirt over my head, “No more than you were with me. I felt your eyes on me.”
He nodded, “Always.”
Grabbing my hand, he led me out of his room, showing me the house before taking me back to the kitchen.
He had me sit on a barstool while he cooked dinner for us.
