Page 60 of The Heartbreaker
“I want it!”
A sound released from him, like a rage of emotion, mixed with ecstasy, and once it hit my ears, his thrusts began to shorten. His strength didn’t lighten at all; he was still deliciously rough and perfect, only his speed lowered.
“Addison, fuck.”
“Mmm, yes. You’re giving me just what I want.” I boosted myself up to his ear. “Fill me, Ridge.”
I took in his face, the way his eyes and lips, even his cheeks, turned feral from my words, from his orgasm. Hunger and satisfaction began to take over his expression.
But there was something else too.
Something I couldn’t quite detect, but it sent another wave of tingles through me, causing my nails to dig into his shoulders and my legs to squeeze around him. My lips to form an oval, and “Ridge,” came yelling out of them.
I didn’t know when we’d stilled.
I couldn’t recall the details of transitioning from screaming to quiet—I was far too worked up to distinguish time.
I just knew that every pore on my body was lit, like a bolt of electricity was moving through the tiny holes, the current staying fresh and alive.
My muscles felt like they were waking up again.
The numbness was working its way out of my skin.
My eyes were open, taking in his face and the handsome cobalt gaze that was staring back at me.
I didn’t know how long we had been there, focused on each other in silence.
I only knew that at some point, he asked, “Do you know how fucking good you feel?” His lips were against mine, his breath filling my mouth. “How I want to spend all night right here, inside of you, and never move?”
“Technically, you can.”
He’d insisted on driving, so I’d left my car at the club. I was here until he agreed to take me back there or I called a rideshare to come and get me.
Last time, I never would have been okay with not having my car.
This time, I hadn’t even put up a fight.
Which went against every promise I’d made myself, considering I wasn’t even going to allow myself to kiss him.
“Does that mean you’re spending the night?” he asked.
I repeated the question in my mind. I hadn’t even thought of the possibility until now. But there was something I needed to know first. “When does Daisy get back?”
“My brother is dropping her off in the morning. It won’t be early. He told me the two of them would be sleeping in.”
I laughed. “Either your kid is a unicorn and is one of the few who actually sleeps in or your brother is going to be extremely disappointed in the morning.”
“She’s no unicorn—I can tell you that.” He grazed my cheek, smelling it, kissing it. “Rhett knows she’ll be up before dawn. He just wants to spend as much time with her as possible.”
“I love that.”
He continued to look at me, waiting for an answer.
“I mean,” I started, “I don’t have anywhere I need to be, so?—”
My voice cut off when he pulled me from the wall and carried me toward his bed. It was only a few paces away, and he set me on one of the sides, pulling the comforter back and tucking me beneath it. When he was satisfied with my placement, he went into the bathroom, where I assumed he was flushing the condom. Once he returned to the bedroom, he got in on the other side of the bed and moved toward the middle, his arms circling me, pulling me against him.
My head found his chest, my hand on his lower stomach, my fingers pressing the hardness of his abs and the short, dark hairs that covered his muscles.
