With his arms, he rocks my pussy harder against his face in a rhythm, making me shudder against the mattress.
Everything inside of me begins to tingle, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open when a warm wave of pleasure crashes over me, thawing my entire being as a loud moan rips from my throat.
I pull his hair tightly as my orgasm hits me like a thousand rocks at one time, and now, I’m not just moaning; I’m screaming.
My vision becomes blurry, and against his command, I squeeze my eyes shut as my pussy continues convulsing against his tongue.
And when I’m finally finished, I have to pry my eyes open because I’ve never been this relaxed in my life. I feel as light as a feather yet somehow too heavy to try to get up.
So, when Ridge climbs next to me without saying a word and wraps me up in his arms, I don’t fight it. Instead, I succumb to my fatigue, and soon … I doze off.
Wow. I’m so cozy, and this is so nice. This bed is so comfortable. Why didn’t I notice it before?
My eyes stay closed as I snuggle into the covers, feeling like I could quite possibly fall back asleep. Perhaps it’s because this is the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten since being here. After all, how quiet this house is has taken some getting used to. Or maybe I was just really tired after getting some fresh winter air yesterday. Whatever it was made me sleep so soundly, but it’s also making me not want to get out of bed. Then again, what do I even have to get up for? I don’t even know where to go next to try to convince the Adams that selling out is in their best interest. And I know that soon, Victor is going to wonder what the hell I’m doing here if I’m not making any big moves.
Inhaling and then letting it out in a yawn, I slowly begin to pry my lids open. The room is blurry, and I rub my eyes until finally, my vision clears, and I realize two things. Two not-great things.
One, I’m not even at my rental house. Two, I’m at Ridge’s. In his bed.
Oh, and looking down, I realize a third and probably the worst. I’m naked. Completely and utterly naked.
Flipping over, I find the spot beside me empty, but the sound of someone stirring downstairs hits my ears, and I quickly scurryoff the bed in an attempt to find my clothes. Every single part of last night rushes through my mind at once, and I relive flashes of all the ways Ridge Adams owned my body.
Although … I feel like I owned his a little too. Especially when I was riding him so hard that his headboard was smashing into the wall and I worried it would break, but I also wasn’t concerned enough to stop.
“Shit,” I mutter, knowing damn well I never brought my clothes upstairs and that they are likely still scattered throughout the kitchen.
Looking at the bed, I grab the throw blanket that’s practically falling off the end and wrap it around myself. My legs feel wobbly, and between my thighs has a dull soreness, only reminding me how far we took the wholejust one nightthing.
Sluggishly, I trudge down the stairs, keeping the blanket wrapped around my body as if the man I’m about to run into hasn’t seen what’s underneath it.
A vision of Ridge stroking his cock while he watched me pleasure myself assaults my mind. And I almost fall down when I remember how he stopped jerking himself and came all over me, himself, and the counter. All from watching me with my hand between my thighs.
We’re supposed to go back to hating each other today, and yet my heart is racing as I think about all the things we did.
I need to get it together.
When I reach the corner that rounds to the kitchen, I hear someone moving around in there. I stop and lean against the wall. Squeezing my eyes shut, I inhale deeply and try to prepare myself to go in, grab my clothing, and act like the professional Victor sent me here to be.
“You gonna stand out there like a weirdo all morning, Fireball?” Ridge’s deep voice drawls, sending my eyes flyingopen. “I can see your shadow. And I heard your footsteps on the stairs.”
Grimacing, I stand up taller and push my shoulders back. His back is to me now as he stands in front of the stove, and quickly, my eyes dart around the room to locate my clothing.
“Sorry. I … just,” I stutter, “was hoping to find my clothes before … well …”
When he turns around, his blue eyes dance with amusement. “What, before I could see you?” He winks. “All good, Fireball. I’ve seen what’s under the blanket. No need to be bashful. In fact, if you wanted to eat breakfast naked, I wouldn’t complain. Actually, if you wanted to stay naked and let me eat my breakfast off of you, I’d even be nice to you for the rest of your days in Maine.”
I fight back a squirm as I imagine his head buried between my thighs while I’m sprawled out on the kitchen table. Luckily, the sound of Marlin’s toenails snaps me out of it, and he stands beside me, wiggling around for attention.
Leaning down, I scratch his back. “Good morning, Marlin,” I coo, giggling when he makes a snorting sound. Slowly, I stand up again and hold the blanket a little tighter. “That sounds fun and all, but I should probably be getting dressed.” I chew the inside of my cheek, looking around. “Did you move my clothes?”
Yep. This is probably where our truce ends. He probably burned my clothes, and now he’s going to make me ride home naked as punishment.
“You’re no fun,” he utters, but luckily, he jerks his chin upward toward the table. “I folded them and set them in a pile on the chair at the end.”
After a few awkward seconds, I dart toward the table and grab my stuff.
“I’m going to go change,” I murmur, chewing the inside of my cheek.
