Page 58 of The Heartbreaker
When I began to come down, I shouted, “Ridge!” Not because I’d reached that point, but because it felt just as incredible as everything else.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
The jitters were like waves crashing against each other, slamming in the middle of the ocean without washing ashore to fizzle out. And they were everywhere—in my chest, sinking around my nipples, in my navel, on my clit, inside my pussy.
“My God,” I groaned. “Are you even human?” My thighs opened around him, my hands unfolded from the fists, and I tried to find my bearings.
He chuckled. “We’re going to do that again.”
“Of course we are.” I took a breath even though it felt impossible. “Because it’s you.”
“No.” His voice almost sounded like a growl. “Because it’s you.”
His hands were suddenly underneath my lower back, lifting me off the mattress. He brought me up against his chest, and with my legs already around him, my arms circled his neck.
“You like carrying me,” I whispered, remembering he’d done this last time, but this time, I had no clue where he was taking me.
“I like you.”
I let out a small laugh. “I can tell.”
I suddenly found myself against a wall, so he no longer had to hold my back, his hands going to my hips, where he positioned me in such a way that he could sink into me.
I cried out from my pussy still being so sensitive, but also from how good he felt.
“If you can tell I like you, then”—he rocked back and forward, my wetness making it so easy for him—“what does this tell you?”
His strokes were turning sharp, each one making me moan louder.
“That you want me,” I said.
“What else?”
I was holding him so tightly with our bodies pressed together. His skin was the only thing I could smell, the heat that radiated off him enveloping me.
“That you want to come inside me.”
He let out a deep, sexy exhale. “Fuck yes.”
He bucked up, and I gently hit the wall.
But it didn’t bother me. In fact, I loved it.
“What else, Addison?”
With each drive, I rode higher against the drywall, and as he pulled back, I lowered. The pattern caused my skin to burn from the constant rubbing and impact.
Still, I wouldn’t change it.
If anything, I wanted more.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I couldn’t even think at this point. “That you can’t get enough of me.”
“Right again.”
I gripped the back of his head and connected our lips.
