Page 55 of The Heartbreaker
“Are you going to tell me that I haven’t crossed your mind once today? Or when you were onstage, scanning the audience, there wasn’t a tiny inkling of hope that I was in one of the seats? Because the second we connected eyes, I didn’t see shock on your face. What I saw was satisfaction.”
“I—”
“Don’t lie to me, Addison. I’ll be able to hear it.”
“I thought about you,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “I know.”
I used her armrests to pull her chair closer, our knees now aligned. “Let me tell you what I’ve thought about today.” I stopped to breathe her in. “I woke up this morning, wishing the lips I was licking weren’t mine, but yours. That I could start with your mouth and slowly work my way down to your pussy. When I was in the shower—the hot water blasting against my skin, my hand stroking my dick—I wanted the wetness I was feeling to be from your cunt.” I let that hit her. “And when my phone rang as soon as I got out, I wanted your name to be on the screen. That was only the first twenty minutes of my day, but the thoughts didn’t stop there. They kept going.”
“Ridge …”
“Tell me what you’ve thought about.”
Her chest rose as she took a breath.
“The funny thing is, you don’t even have to tell me. I already know. Your eyes have been giving it away since they locked with mine tonight.” I held the side of her face. She didn’t pull away; she pushed against my palm instead. “You’re filling your head with reasons why we shouldn’t when the only thing you should be focused on is why we should.”
“Why we should …” she whispered.
“Yes. Why we should,” I repeated. “You know these fingers”—I gently tapped them against her cheek—“are going to feel incredible when they’re in your pussy. When my tongue is on your clit. When my cock is thrusting inside you, making you fucking scream.”
“Never …” Her voice trailed off, and she slowly shook her head. “Never have I ever met anyone like you.”
“And you won’t again. That’s why you shouldn’t let me go, Addison. That’s why you should get up from that chair and come over here.”
“And do what? Dance for you?”
I let out a huff of air.
It didn’t matter what I said; she would never accept that I wasn’t here for that.
“No dancing,” I told her. “What I want is for you to sit on my face.”
“Here? No.” I could hear the hesitation in her voice. “There are cameras. My manager could walk in on us. Plus, I don’t want to do anything like that in this room.” She swallowed, taking a second before she added, “There’s you, and there’s this club, and I want to keep those things separate.”
“Then, leave with me. Now. Because I don’t know how much longer I can wait to taste you again.”
FOURTEEN
Addison
As Ridge kissed his way up my stomach, his lips still wet from what he’d just done between my legs, I grasped the top of his hair and waited for him to open his eyes and look at me. The shivers hadn’t stopped running through me, my body so sensitive from the shuddering orgasm he’d just given me.
“You’ve got a serious superpower—you know that?”
The smirk that spread across his face wasn’t just sexy; it was scandalous. “I have many. Which one are you referring to?”
“I told myself I was one and done, that this wasn’t going to happen. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, I wouldn’t change my mind. Yet I’m here, at your house, still dripping from the shower and that naughty tongue of yours, and I’m spread across your bed, knowing in a matter of minutes, I’m going to be screaming again.”
He chuckled as he hovered over me, reaching for the condom he’d already placed on the nightstand and tearing off the foil corner. “I can’t deny that I’m irresistible. It was a trait I was born with. But that’s not why you’re here.”
His lips were on mine, moving them apart, his tongue filling the open space. I found myself moaning from the taste of it, from the feel of it, from the way it caused the tingles to peak.
“You’re here because you want me as badly as I want you and you couldn’t fight it a second more.”
A swish moved from the top of my body to my toes.
