Page 29 of The Heartbreaker
“I’m right there with you,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt this sensitive in my life.”
“Addy … your fucking pussy.” I pressed her cheeks with my thumbs. “I don’t know what it just did to me.” I paused. “But I need you to kiss me.”
There was no hesitation. She instantly connected our lips, her tongue finding mine at the same time I searched for hers.
Our embrace was unhurried.
Deep, passionate.
A tug of lips and pants.
By the time she pulled away, I was ready to work my way out of her, lifting her from the bench and placing her under the water. I added soap to my hand and carefully rubbed it around her pussy, cleaning it from the condom, soothing it from the roughness of tonight.
I gave my own body a quick wash, and I turned off the water, leading us out of the shower, where I wrapped a towel around her before I tucked one over my waist.
At the edge of the counter, between the two sinks, I pulled her into my arms, holding her quietly, taking in the details of her face under this light. “You can stay.”
“The night, you mean?”
I nodded.
She was silent for a few moments. “I shouldn’t. I have to work early in the morning.”
In the morning?
“The strip club opens early?” I asked.
The sound wasn’t a laugh, but it wasn’t an exhale either. It was a combination of the two. “No, at the job that pays me like shit. I have to go in and get some things done. You know, working for free on a Saturday since I’m a salaried employee.”
I dived my fingers into her hair. “I know the feeling.”
“With a house like this, I don’t think you know the feeling at all. But it’s kinda cute that you’re trying to relate.” She smiled.
This wasn’t the right time to discuss work.
This was the time to discuss tomorrow.
“I want to see you again.”
“Ridge …”
“There’s no reason to say no. Not after tonight. Not after what just went down.” I held her chin, tilting her face up at me. “You can tell me you didn’t feel it, but I won’t believe you. I saw it in your eyes, and I felt it in your body.” I lowered my lips to hers. “So, do you want to lie and tell me that didn’t just rock your whole fucking world?”
SIX
Addison
Whenever I was in my car, I always flipped through the radio stations until I found a song with lyrics I knew and could sing to or one with a solid beat where I could dance. As soon as the song ended, I’d scan the stations until I found another that met the same criteria. If, for some reason, the music wasn’t holding my attention, I’d listen to an audiobook.
But tonight, those same rules didn’t apply.
Because when I left Ridge’s house, my hair still dripping from the shower, my skin a little damp from putting my clothes on too soon, I turned off the radio and simmered in the silence the entire drive to my apartment.
Ridge had given me an escape. A few hours where nothing was eating away at me, but the commute home reminded me that the break had only been temporary. I needed to sit in these thoughts, and I needed to come back down to reality and face the next couple of weeks of my life.
But that break,whoa, it hadn’t been expected when I went in for my shift. Not even a little. And even though the club waswhere I’d met Ridge, I couldn’t continue having evenings like this. Nights where I found a patron so utterly and unbelievably attractive that I made careless and reckless decisions.
Leaving with him, sleeping with him—what was I even thinking?
