Page 73 of Ex Somnis

I press my forehead to hers instead.

Breathe, Ridge.

“Sweetheart, I need these clothes gone. That all right with you?”

She nods, and a breath later, the clothes dissolve. I don’t know if I did that or she did, and I genuinely don’t care. The fabric simply ceases to exist between us.

I pull back enough to look at her.

Jesus.

She’s bare in front of me, flushed and breathing hard, every inch of her soft and here. The generous curve of her breasts, the gentle slope of her stomach, the wide spread of her hips, the beauty marks scattered across her skin like someone had taken their time marking constellations only I get to read.

I don’t realize I’ve gone still until her nose scrunches in that way that always makes me want to flick it. Or kiss it. Or both.

“Ridge?” Her voice is small now, almost uncertain.

“Don’t you dare go shy on me now.”

I put my hand on her shoulder, warm skin under my palm, and push gently until her back meets the sheets. She goes easily, eyes on me the whole time.

I hook my hands under her thick, soft, perfect thighs and spread them. “Fuck,” I murmur. “You’re so goddamn beautiful it’s unfair.”

Her breath catches, but I don’t give her time to doubt it. I lean in and drag my tongue up her slit in one slow stroke. The sound she makes punches straight through me. I groan against her pussy, eyes closing for half a second because yes. That taste. That heat. How her thighs tremble around my shoulders.

I do it again, slower, savoring her.

“Ridge.”

“Mm.” I circle her clit once. “That’s it.”

She doesn’t get to rush this. Not after she walked into 5D like a goddamn hero without backup. I keep my mouth on her, licking and sucking with focused patience, watching every flutter of her lashes, every twitch of her hips.

Her hands fist the sheets.

“Ridge, please, we need to⁠—”

“So needy,” I say against the inside of her thigh, pressing a kiss there before returning to her center. “Look at you.” I slide my tongue over her again, firmer. “Greedy little thing. I had to wait days for you to come back to me, and you can’t wait five minutes?”

“Ridge.” Her voice breaks on my name.

“Tell me what you want. My fingers or my dick.”

The sound she makes is not a word.

“Words. Use them.”

“I want—” She stops, so I wait, perfectly still, breathing against her, which is unfair, and I know it. “Both.”

I chuckle, then look up at her. “Both?”

“Y-yes,” she breathes out, the word trembling.

“My greedy, greedy girl,” I murmur against her heat, then slide two fingers into her slowly, curling them deep. She’s already so wet, warm, and tight around me.

My cock throbs painfully against my thigh.

Fuck, I missed this. Missed her.