A feral grunt escapes him. "I can't stop thinking about you, Quinn," he says, gripping my hips and pulling away just enough to push his briefs down his thighs.
“You need to know–I haven’t been with a woman ever. If we do this, you’ll be the only woman for me–forever.”
I nod eagerly. “I–I’ve never been with anyone else. You’d be my first.”
“And your last, baby. Tell me I’ll be your last before I take you. I need to hear it.”
I nod again, “you’ll be my first and my last. I promise.”
“Forever,” comes his growl. His hand slides down his thick shaft then, and I take him in for the first time. He’s thick, throbbing, the hard and steely part of him pointing right for me.I lick my lips, eager to feel him feeling me, taking me, making me his.
“Are you scared?” he asks with tenderness.
I shake my head. “Only scared that you won’t fit.”
He chuckles softly. “I’ll be gentle.”
His lips capture mine in a slow kiss, his thumb swirling at my aroused clit while his other hand holds his thickness at the root. His hips move in a slow rhythm as he lines himself up with my aching pussy.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Quinn?—”
“Don’t think about it–” I beg, “I just want to feel you.”
He groans, sending another spike of desire through me before he sheathes himself inside me with slow precision. I gasp and arch into him when I feel the soft tear of the thin barrier that makes me his forever. He growls, wild like a grizzly bear, before he thrusts his hips against me, pinning me against the wall. The feeling of him filling me to my core is pure ecstasy. All I crave is him. I’ve been denying my feelings and my attraction to him because everything about us feels downright crazy–he’s older, my brother’s friend–a loner that lives on the top of a damn mountain, but still I can’t help but melt when he looks at me with that glint in his eyes.
He grunts softly as he works his length into me, our bodies sliding together in the cool air. I dig my fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulders for support as he holds me firmly in his hands, filling me slowly but deeply as if he can't get enough. From this angle, it's not deep, but the closeness of our bodies drives me wild. Another release spirals to life inside of me. I know I'll come any second and my breathing turns ragged with anticipation. I want everything Ridge has to give. My other hand tightens in his hair as his thumb slips to my behind. His thrusting becomes deeper and more frenzied before he sinks his teeth into my neck and I instantly come from the combination ofpain and pleasure. Ridge lets out one long, shuddering groan as he comes inside me while my body pulsates around him.
Heaving in exertion, I cling to him, his hair tickling my neck as I try to steady my beating heart.
Ridge kisses the crevice of my neck tenderly where he's bitten me. "That will probably leave a mark," he says in a low voice.
I touch my fingers to the tender skin, feeling the warmth of his lips still lingering there. Without hesitation, I press my lips firmly against his and nibble on his bottom lip playfully.
He chuckles deeply and pulls away from our kiss. "You are insatiable, and I wouldn't have it any other way." He curls me close to him and smacks my ass teasingly. His tone suddenly softens as he plants a kiss on my nose. "I just can't seem to control myself around you."
His hands slip into my hair and then down body, his palms moving slowly and seductively over my sweat-slicked skin. My body responds eagerly to his touch, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes close and a soft moan escapes his lips.
“I’m gonna have a hard time keeping my hands off of you now," he confesses with a playful grin.
I lean in for a playful kiss. "Well then, I guess we have that in common.”
Chapter Five
Ridge
The next morning, or at least what I think is morning–it’s hard to tell with the entrance of the cave covered in snowdrifts–I wake to Quinn’s hand cupping my rock hard dick. "Baby, if you keep touching me like that, I may have to take you against the wall like a caveman again."
"I don't see a problem with that,” my girl hums.
"Woman, don't tempt me.” I snag her lips in a soft kiss. She has no idea what she does to me, I don’t even have the words to begin to describe it. All I know is that I’m never letting her go. “We should talk."
“Talking is overrated,” she hums, gliding her palms down my body and cupping me in the palm of her soft hand. As much as I want to bury myself deep inside of her again, I know there are things we need to talk about. I scoop her up in my arms and adjust her on top of me, at an angle that makes my throbbing cock hurt a little less with the need of feeling her warmth.
“I know you’re independent, but you have me to protect you now, you should know I would tear the world apart to make sure no harm ever came to you.”
Quinn casts down her eyes, avoiding my own, and I hate it.
“Look at me,” I say, tilting her head up. “I don’t ever want anything I say to upset you. I would die to make you happy.”
