Page 137 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
Like my first love and my greatest temptation.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she murmured.
“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?”
CHAPTERFIFTY
Evie
I was sodrunk that I said yes without a second thought. We spilled out of the car in front of his Malibu hotel with an old-school surfer vibe. I was in that pleasantly numb state where all the edges were blurred, and everything was hazy with a warm glow.
Upstairs, he opened the glass doors to the balcony to let in the sea air, the sheer curtains fluttering in the breeze. Chilled-out music piped from the speakers over the sound of the waves lapping on the shore.
“Is this your seduction playlist?”
He laughed. “Nah. It’s the hotel’s playlist.”
This was Ridge, my first love, so I thought I could do this.
I didn’t hesitate when his big, calloused hands slid my dress over my head and tossed it aside.
I didn’t hesitate when he pushed me onto the mattress, looped his thumbs in my panties, and slid them over my hips and down my legs. Or when he stood before me naked in the moonlight, his cock so long and thick and hard.
His body was bigger, stronger, his face cast in shadows. But this was Ridge. I knew him.
I knew the feel of his hands and his lips.
I knew the sound of his voice. His scent.
The tautness of his muscles and the texture of his smooth, warm skin.
He dropped to his knees and started kissing the insides of my thighs, branding me with his lips, and my body tensed and locked up.
I was so uptight it was ridiculous. He spread my thighs apart with his shoulders, and I felt his soft, warm breath, and then his mouth came to rest on me.
I broke out in goose bumps all over my arms and stomach.
I wanted to sob. I was so scared.
But I just lay there on an unfamiliar bed in a strange room with a man I used to know but didn’t anymore, and I tried to signal my brain that this was something I enjoyed. Something I used to love with someone I still loved.
Ridge did all the right things. All the things he was so good at. But my legs were so stiff, and I was holding my breath, completely incapable of relaxing.
And I started to get angry. The old Ridge would have noticed something was wrong. But none of this was his fault, I kept telling myself.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him up to me. “Just kiss me.”
We started kissing, and I could taste myself on his tongue. I hated it.
“You good?” he asked, but I didn’t think he really wanted an honest answer.
“Yeah, it’s all good. Do you have a condom?”
He pulled away and looked down at my face. “Yeah, I have a condom,” he said slowly. “You sure—”
I stopped his words with a kiss.
He grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer. The box was already open, and I wondered how many condoms were left in the box and how many other women he’d slept with since me.
