Page 22 of You Will Bow

Even as blood runs down Ridge’s arm, his flesh still rooted in my fingernails, I am unequivocally consumed by this kiss.

I refuse to overthink this. I won’t let my thoughts control the situation because I’m not doing anything wrong.

My fingers slide over his chest as I trail my mouth down his neck. My trembling hand moves lower, tracing his abs through the fabric of his tee shirt. My breath catches in my throat as I rim the waistband of his jeans and slowly, teasingly, unbutton them.

Ridge breaks the kiss and looks at me with surprise in his eyes. “Really?”

I nod, biting back a smile. “You want to, right?”

“Fuck yes, I want to.” He lifts off me and peels his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. With the light in the room on, I get a clear view of his bare chest. I’ve never seen him without a shirt before, and I try to hide my curiosity, but when he runs his hands over the pink bulging scars on his side, it’s no use.

“It was nothing. Got jumped by a guy a couple years ago. I wasn’t prepared, and he got in a few good slashes.”

My gut wrenches, hurting for him. “He cut you?”

“Yeah. But he won’t be hurting anyone else ever again.”

I don’t even want him to elaborate on that statement because there’s no saying what Ridge did to that guy. If I had to guess, he’s probably dead.

I run my fingers over his wounded flesh. “Must’ve hurt.”

“Like hell.” He retreats. And as he pushes his pants down, he crawls between my legs. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“I can’t believe you’re even asking my permission.”

He quirks a brow. “Would you rather I didn’t?”

Biting my bottom lip, I contemplate my response because there is part of me that wants to explore that side of myself. But it doesn’t feel right with him in the same way it does with Lev. “No,” I tell him, “I respect you asking.”

His expression drops quickly. “Did Lev ask for permission when he put his cock in your mouth?”

There it is. Ridge will never be okay with anything I do with any other guy.

“Can we not talk about that right now?”

“But wewilltalk about it.”

I nod in response, only because it appeases him. I want nothing more than to feel his skin against mine while his length moves inside me.

The next thing I know, Ridge is gathering the waistband of my leggings in his hand. His muscles strain against the skin of his biceps as he rips them in half.

My breath hitches, and the moment intensifies when he jerks them off the rest of the way, taking my panties, too. I don’t even scold him for ruining my favorite leggings, because the knees of them are already destroyed. Besides, it was hot as hell.

He stands up, tall and confident with his eyes on me, and when he tugs down his boxers, springing his erect cock free, I gasp.

Back on the bed, he crawls up until his face is settled between my legs. Anticipation has me shaking. His hands gather behind my knees and he lifts my legs up, immediately feasting on my cunt. I wince in delight as the rough part of his tongue drags up and down abrasively. He flicks the tip at my clit, setting my soul ablaze, then he repeats the action.

With my hands on either side of me, I fist the comforter.

Ridge moves up my body, tracing my curves with his tongue. Sucking, then kissing and licking. Every cell in my body tingles with delight. My senses are overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s creating. He moves to my breasts, teasing, tantalizing my nipples until I’m a quivering mess.

“Fuck me, Ridge,” I cry out in desperation. “Touch me. Kiss me. Anything.”

“Someone’s anxious tonight. I wonder why that is.”

I swear on everything, if he takes this back to Lev, I will kick his ass out and pleasure my own damn self.

I twist and writhe, my body aching. I look down at him with pleading eyes. "Please, just do it," I whimper, desperate for relief.

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