Page 81 of With A Little Luck
As I shake out the fabric, a pair of slippers that must have been folded up inside go flying. It’s a super fluffy and warm robe,and I can’t help myself. I pull it to my face, rubbing it around to test the material.
“This is incredible,” I whisper, tugging it down to see Ridge has plucked something else out of the bin. “I love it.”
“You’re easy to please.” He laughs. “We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.” He shakes the small zip-up carrying case. “This has a bunch of shit. An eye mask, earplugs, scent-blocking soap, scent-enhancing soap, and that kind of thing.”
“I didn’t even realize they made scent-enhancing soap,” I say, my nose wrinkling. “I doubt I’ll use that. Sometimes my scent gets so thick it makes me feel like I’m about to gag. Maybe we can swap out that item?”
“Nah, it’s not for you, sweetheart. That one is for your alphas,” Ridge says, putting the carrying case down on the couch. He reaches back into the bin. “This is the same stuff, but in a cologne. It’s supposed to help settle your system when you’re in heat.” He shrugs and drops it next to the other items. “I don’t know, but I got it.”
I almost want to tease him for slipping up and admittinghegot it, but I’m not sure if we’re at the joking stage yet. Putting him on the spot when he’s doing something thoughtful feels like a terrible way to show my appreciation.
“I’ve never even heard of that, but it sounds like something that could come in handy.”
Ridge digs in the container and pops up again. “These are exchangeable if you don’t like them or they don’t fit. They didn’t really have a lot in the maternity section…” He frowns, handing me a stack of folded clothes. “Or that’s what Hartley said.” He shrugs. “But I do know we have a The Divine Omega store in town, so changing them out should be easy if they don’t fit.”
I take them, drop them onto my stomach, and grab his hand before he can pull back. “Ifthis gift happens to be from you, I wish you would just be truthful about it.”
His bright aqua-blue eyes meet mine, and he studies my face. “I bought it, but it’s from all of us. It doesn’t have to mean anything?—”
“And if I did want it to mean something?”
Ridge leans forward, sliding his huge, scratchy palm over my cheek. His fingers dig into the back of my skull, weaving into my hair.
I’m not sure who moves first, but I wouldn’t be shocked to learn I’m the one who dives for his mouth. His stubble scratches against my cheek, and his thick lips brush over mine. Seriously, he has incredibly plush lips that I’m a little jealous of, and they feel amazing pressed to mine.
My nostrils flare, breathing in his potent scent.
Bergamot.
Leather.
Pipe tobacco.
So perfectly Ridge.
He licks the seam of my lips, and I open, only for him to tease his tongue into my mouth. It’s slow and sensual, made even more intense by the tight grip he keeps on my skull.
I freaking whimper, which is kinda embarrassing when it’s just the beginning of the kiss.
Ridge growls, the sound vibrating out of his chest and around the room. It’s a little muffled by our mouths, but he pulls back, giving me the chance to breathe. I’ve barely gotten a gasp of air when he leans into the kiss once more, pushing my top half against the couch cushion. He follows me, careful not to put any weight on the baby.
The way he cradles my skull while kissing the ever-loving hell out of me seems to steal all the air from my lungs.
God, I missed him.
My fingers dig into the back of his neck, but I’m forced to pull my mouth from his all too soon.
This baby is taking up all my breathing room.
His baby.
And that makes everything even more real.
“You are beautiful,” Ridge says, nuzzling his nose to mine. He goes on to mark each of my cheeks with his pheromones, and my insides light up. It’s somewhat of an intimate move shared between alphas and omegas. “Now, I need you to finish checking out the rest of your gifts. After that, I have one more thing to show you.”
My heart races.
Shit.
