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“You have no idea.” I gasped as he stroked my behind. I squirmed again, needing more.
Lifting my head, I only caught small details of the house. I only registered that it was big because it was taking way too long to get from the car to his bedroom. The door slamming reverberated through the room, and then I was thrown onto an enormous bed. I bounced several times and watched Ridge take several deep breaths, his chest heaving.
I lay back with my arms above my head, rubbing my thighs together and licking my lips in anticipation of what was coming—hopefully, both of us.
Ridge growled again. That sound would be something I’d never get tired of. My core flipped over it, and my panties dampened. He grabbed his tie, loosened it, and pulled it over his head. Thunderous gray eyes roamed over me as he unbuttoned his shirt, much too slow for my liking.
Raising myself off the bed, I reached for the hem of my shirt.
“Leave it,” he ordered. I arched an eyebrow. “I want to undress you.”
I smirked and lay back down, enjoying the show of one cut abdominal muscle at a time being revealed to me. Never mind a six-pack—Ridge had the full eight. My fingers itched to play with them, stroke them, outline them. My mouth watered to lick and suck those taut muscles.
I wanted his skin against mine. Never in my life had I wanted to fuck somebody so badly. This was going to be one hell of a one-night stand, that was for sure.
The curtains were open, the moon’s soft light bathing the room and allowing me to see Ridge. I wanted to saturate every one of my senses this evening because I’d never have another one like it.
I was going to burn this night into my memories. I would need it to help me through the dry spells that were to come.
Ridge had his shirt and tie off, and there was an obvious bulge in his pants. I wanted to see all of him, but he made me wait.
He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge of the bed. His hands stroked their way up my legs, causing shockwaves to ignite inside me. By the time he undid the button and zipper of my shorts, I thought I would combust. He pulled the fabric down my legs, then tossed it over his shoulders. My socks and shoes followed.
Leaning down, he hovered right above my pussy and took a long inhale.
“You smell amazing.” His finger played over the wet patch on my panties. “You’re drenched for me. I wonder how much wetter I can get you.”
“I accept that challenge, Mayor.”
He chuffed, lowered his mouth to the practical cotton, and licked and sucked the material. My hands latched onto his head, and I twined my fingers in his hair.
“Hmmm.”
Move the damn material.
I wanted his tongue directly on my bud. I wanted to be in his mouth, but he had different plans.
His surprisingly coarse fingers stroked the skin under my shirt, and his mouth followed the path. I lifted my hips to chase his mouth, but he used his weight to push me down onto the bed. He collected my shirt as he moved his way up my belly and to my chest.
Tingles raced down to my clit as his mouth latched onto my left nipple through my bra. Even through the fabric, his mouth was scorching. Lifting his head, he trailed kisses to the other breast and hovered over the nipple. I moaned, waiting for him to suck that nipple, but he gave it a chaste kiss and moved up my collarbone.
“What?”
“Shhh. Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good. It’ll be worth it in the end.” The words were a whisper against my skin, and I could feel the curve of his smile.
He reached behind me and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts against his perfect pecs. I hissed at the friction across my nipples. Then he pulled my shirt over my head, and my hair fell to my shoulders. The ends slid over my skin, the sensation heightened by how fucking turned on I was.
He unsnapped my bra from the back, and my breast fell into one of his palms as he tugged the straps down my shoulders. The shirt and bra were discarded somewhere in the room; I couldn’t tell where and didn’t care. His gaze entranced me. The storm that naturally invaded his eyes was now pitch black. His lust had him and was in control. I could taste it in the air.
“Lie back,” he said.
I did as he said and took in the sight of what my body was doing to him. His cock was straining, his pants now fully pitched. I squeezed my legs together as the ache built. I needed more pressure.
As if reading my mind, he bowed his head and kissed right where I needed him most, then rolled my panties down my legs. He lifted the scrap of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. As he stood gazing down at me, he pocketed my panties, making my need ratchet up ever higher.
“Mine.”
I laughed. I didn’t care what he did with them, just as long as he stripped.
