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He’s thick. He’s granite-hard. He’s pulsing.
He’s alive and wide-awake with an eagerness that freaks me out as much as it enthralls me.
The very thought of feeling him inside me makes my pulse roar in my ears.
“I’m clean, in case you’re wondering,” he says, climbing on the bed. “We’re not all degenerate fuck-machines with unlimited money. I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom and never done anything harder than a couple joints in my teens.”
I smile. It’s sweet that he’s able to rein in his lust enough to be real.
His commitment to his health and mine warms my heart.
“Ditto. In case you were wondering,” I say, mirroring back his words with a wink. “Mom was good with the birds and the bees. Use the pill for true love and condoms for fun. That was her motto.”
“Smart lady.”
My heart swells. “She was. She also had a body kinda like this when she was younger.”
“Fuck,” he growls, burning me alive with those hellfire eyes as his gaze sweeps across me. “You slaughter me, Grace.”
Somehow, I think it’s the other way around a moment later.
Ridge moves in for another all-too-maddening kiss, tongue chasing mine, palming one breast.
He strokes my full curve, twirling the nipple, raising my temperature from oh, no to inferno.
Low thunder echoes in his throat as he cups my face in both hands, waiting for me to look at him.
“Gonna let you in on a secret: I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman so bad in my life.” His lips brush mine as he speaks, pulling my bottom lip again with his teeth.
Dead.
I’m telling this story from the Great Beyond (not really).
“Funny,” I whisper, trying to stay cool. “I’ve never wanted a man inside me like I do you, right now.”
Truer words were never spoken. Even if they’re the kind that make me want to hide my face under the covers.
I’ve never been a dirty talker, but God…for this man, a woman could learn.
He smiles, strokes my hair, and finally looks down at his length, pulsing with a life of its own against his abs.
Anticipation fills me as I watch him rip open a condom packet with his teeth, toss the foil behind him, and take my hand. He pushes the rubbery sheath into it.
“Do the honors, darlin’.”
I never thought those goofy Sex Ed lessons like sliding a condom onto something as thick as a banana would come in handy. With Ridge, it’s not even ample practice. He’s bigger.
Thankfully, I manage to get it fit snug without embarrassing myself.
We lock eyes as I wrap my hand around him, pumping his fullness.
Oh, hell yeah.
Here we go.
He moves between my legs, then positions himself above me, grinning. “We’ll go slow. Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispers.
Legs spread, I lift my hips toward him, ignoring his warning.
“Please!”
I bite my lip, watching his hips roll back, gripping his cock by the base as he pushes forward. He bares his teeth like an animal in rut.
His swollen head enters me, feeling so divine I lurch, letting out my pleasure in a breathy moan.
Full penetration completely slays me.
He stretches me, pressing deeper, one hot inch at a time.
A blue-eyed god taking what’s his, rendering me down into a mess of nerves and emotion when he’s finally in to the hilt.
“So fucking tight,” he grinds out. “Grab on, Grace. Won’t be stopping until this pussy comes for me real sweet.”
He slides back, then dips into me again, a colossal moving machine of pure muscle marked with wild ink. My legs tangle with his and I try to match his rhythm.
No easy task.
Ridge surprises me every time, picking up his tempo, then pulling back to leave me in agony.
He doesn’t do it like other men, rushing to their own selfish finish.
Surprise, surprise, he’s a magician in the sheets.
The slow-burn is his art form.
Those hips know when to go turbo and when to peel back, when to caress and when to punish, when to make me shake and how to make me beg for dear life.
Holy hell.
The first O, he drags out of me, growling my name as he feels me convulse, tightening around every pistoning inch of him.
“Grace!” he calls out, crashing straight through it, pummeling my hips and igniting this friction with his pubic bone on my clit.
The pleasure comes so hot, so ruthless, it’s almost blinding.
My vision vibrates, the whole freaking world, reality itself bowing to the insane fact that the Ridge Barnet is screwing me absolutely stupid.
His thrusts rivet me to the bed, slowing just enough to catch my breath as I come down from the high.
I should be satisfied.
I should need a breather.
But he’s triggered something deeper, more primal, this animal need to feel him come, to milk him dry.
No, my brain doesn’t care about the condom.
No, I’m not thinking like a rational human being anymore as I start panting, throwing my hips up to meet his, pulling him into me.
