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Hurt me.
Take it all away.
Make me forget everything except your skin.
My hand drags at his shirt, grabbing a fistful. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to make me come on the spot with those mad kisses before we’ve even had a chance to—
“Do you want this?” he pants, pulling back, gazing into my eyes.
“Um…don’t you?”
“No.” His finger slides beneath the elastic of my panties as he kisses a spot where my neck blends into my shoulder. “I fucking need it, Grace. But I’m giving you one more chance, if it’s too much…”
I quiver, afraid I’m about to erupt.
Before now, I never believed it’d be possible to have an O while I’m still half clothed, but it’s a very real risk with every passing second.
Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye as his fingertips brush my folds. One quick, sweeping motion.
My eyes flutter shut at the raging pleasure.
“Last chance, Grace.” He strokes my hair with his free hand. “You want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Do you want to come to my room?” His finger pushes into me, and my eyes snap open as this sultry whine slips off my tongue. “Do you want my mouth? My hands? My cock?”
Oh, shit.
My knees can’t stop shaking. He moves closer, helping hold me against the wall. His fingers sink deeper, thumb on my clit, stroking with the skill of a man who knows how to leave a woman locked in a fever-dream.
“Do you want me to pillage you all night, woman?” he growls, bringing his lips to my throat, sucking at my skin, marking me. “Because that’s what I’m aiming to do, throw you right the hell over my shoulder, but first…you’re gonna give it. Come for me, darlin’. Come right here, right now. I want to hear you.”
I gasp, planting my mouth over his, parting his lips with my tongue.
His weight bangs me against the wall and his fingers work faster, harder thrusts, pushing lightning through me. I’m so slick I can feel it dripping down my thighs with the fabric pushed aside, those devil’s fingers in deep, bringing me off with zero mercy.
When his thumb finds my clit again…
Oh!
He inhales sharply before attacking my mouth, stealing the harsh groan pulsing out as my vision goes white.
My knees buckle.
My thighs clench together around his hand.
My soul leaves my body.
For the next few ferocious minutes, I’m coming like I never have in my life, barely biting back screams.
I barely even remember my own name when he sinks his teeth into my lip, hitting my clit again and again with his thumb, pivoting his fingers against my walls, pushing buttons I never knew I flipping had.
Oh, but I do now.
And I wonder if I’m already ruined as I open my eyes again and find him holding me with both hands, staring down.
Ridge pushes his forehead to mine, slowly breathing like he’s about to explode, gazing at me like I’m this precious bird he’s just witnessed for the first time in his life.
“Darlin’…let’s go. We stay out here any longer, I think you’ll wake up Tobin on the other end of the house, and everybody in the guesthouse, too.” He smiles, pure joy in his eyes—probably because I’m so flushed I think I’ve invented new shades of red. “Can you still walk?”
Ridiculous question.
I cock my head, staring in disbelief. Come on, it was all kinds of good, but it wasn’t—
Oh.
So, maybe it isn’t just a crazy ego boast when I try taking a step and instantly stagger.
Smiling, he takes my hand, helping me up, leading me the rest of the way, hand so hot I’m already thinking about the sweet insanity ahead.
I’m not sure how I make it down the hall without self-combusting, nor do I care.
I’ve never been this hot for a man in my life.
The short break before having sex so hot it folds the fabric of space-time should be a good time to think, to reconsider what I’m doing, but…
Nope.
The ship sailed on that about ten minutes ago, and it’s not coming back to port.
Consequences be damned, I want his hands, his lips, his superstar dick.
We enter the room, still kissing, his hand diving back in my panties, working me up to a thick heat again.
It’s so flipping good I can’t stop trembling.
Ridge shuts the door, spins me around, and pushes me gently down on the bed. He’s on me a second later, his manly weight pressing me down, shifting my legs apart with his knee.
Oh, hell.
He goes to town, ripping my panties down my legs, then kissing up my legs again with his mouth. At first it’s a slow torture.
Then he dives in, finding my heat, his tongue pulling me apart, and I realize how screwed I am.
I’m addicted in under a minute.
Hooked on his lips, his tongue, the way he makes me ride his dusting of beard, the contrast of his rough, gorgeous face on my soft skin, the pressure of his tongue as he licks up and down my folds.
