Tears blur my vision, and I sniffle through a smile. “Well … I hope it’s the same thing you’re doing—why you’re waiting for a flight to New York,” I croak out, thankful that the woman has moved on to yelling at someone else so that we can have this moment. “I came here to see you.”
He’s silent for a beat or two before finally tilting his head to the side. “I was headed to New York to find some redheaded beauty who’s as sweet as she is salty. Was hoping to kiss her at midnight.” Reaching over to me, he cups my cheeks. “Looks like you saved me the trip.”
Tears stream down my cheeks, but right when I open my mouth to speak, the lady is back.
“I said, you cannot—”
Stepping over the rope, Ridge grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. “Don’t worry,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ll get her out of the way.”
I follow closely behind him, giggling through my tears as he rushes us out into the lobby of the small airport. Once we’re there, he stops and turns toward me.
“You came back,” he whispers. “You really fucking came back.”
“I did.” I wrap my arms around his abdomen and tilt my chin up. “I had to.”
“Me too,” he answers. “I didn’t know how the hell I was going to find my way around in the city, but I needed to find you.”
“You didn’t have plans?” I ask, chewing my lip. “You know, it is New Year’s Eve and all.”
A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips, and he bends his head down closer to mine. “Fireball, before my dumbass realized I was stupid to let you leave, the only plans I had for New Year’s was stroking my cock while thinking about you.” His chin lifts, and he watches my breathing grow heavier as I imagine him pleasuring himself to thoughts of me.
“And now that you’re here, I won’t have to fuck my own hand. Because I’ll be deep inside your pussy instead. All fucking night. That way, I can show you how much I’ve missed you.”
I clench my legs together. It’s a lame attempt to lessen the ache between my thighs, and my heart beats faster when he grips my chin.
“What do you say, New York? Want to ring in the new year while you’re riding my cock?”
“Yes.” I barely choke out the three-letter word. “Let’s go to your house.” I step back and pull his hand. “Now.”
He follows behind, his fingers caressing mine, but when we get outside, I let him lead me to his truck. Quickly, he opens the passenger door, but instead of closing it, he leans his body against me, kissing me fast and hard.
“We’re not going to my house, baby. That’s too far for me to wait. And besides, my mom is watching Marlin because I’m supposed to be headed to New York.” He kisses me again. “I’m taking you to the closest motel, Stell. Because I can’t wait any longer than that to stick my dick inside of you. Especially when I know you’re fucking soaked right now, aren’t you, baby?”
I squirm in my seat, nodding quickly. “Yes,” I whimper.
Reaching between my legs, he nestles his hand against the fabric of my leggings. “Fuck, I can feel the heat pumping out of you,” he growls, grinding his hand across and making me whimper. “I promise, I’m going to take care of you.”
“Ridge,” I moan. “Yes. I need more …”
Rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles, he kisses me once more. “Soon, baby. So soon. Hang tight. I’ll have that pussy filled in no time.”
When he steps back, I whimper when his hand leaves from between my thighs. He shuts the door and jogs around to the other side. My mind is going crazy, and the only thing that can calm it …
Is being close to this man.
We have a lot of talking to do, but before we can do that, I need to be closer to him than ever.
In the elevator, I pull her back to me and grind my hard cock against her ass. “Feel that?” I say into her ear before pulling her earlobe with my teeth.
Taking my hand, she pulls it to the front of her, sliding it between her legs. Her greedy, hot pussy rubs against my palm, and she whimpers, “I can’t wait any longer.”
I look around, not seeing a camera anywhere—and truthfully not fucking caring if there is one. I move my palm upward, edging it against the band of her leggings before sliding it under the fabric.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I hiss. “No panties again?”
I curl my finger, rubbing it against her clit and loving the heat that’s pumping from her body. I slip one finger inside of her, and she soaks me, making me wish it were my tongue inside of her instead.
Sliding her hand down, she reaches between us, rubbing her palm back and forth against my cock. Even through my jeans, the friction drives me mad because I’ve missed her so fucking much.
