Then he grips my arms tightly and then pulls me tighter into him.
“Coco,” he murmurs against my mouth. “This is a bad idea.”
“I don’t care,” I say. “Just don’t stop.”
His mouth is hungry, possessive in a way that burns through every thought. This is different from before. There's nothing cautious or hesitant about him now.
Ridge backs me against the wall, his body directing mine. The plaster is cold against my back, but I barely register it through the heat of him pressing against me.
"Turn around for me," he growls, his voice rough against my ear.
My breath catches as I comply, facing the wall, palms flat against the semi-rough surface. My heart hammers in my chest.
"Is this what you want?" His fingers trace my spine, stopping at the hem of my shirt.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless and desperate.
He lifts my shirt slowly, deliberately, fingertips skimming my skin as he pulls it over my head. Goosebumps grow in their wake. The air is cool against my bare back, but his presence behind me radiates heat.
"You came back to me." His lips brush my shoulder as his hands find my bra clasp. "Your choice this time."
The bra falls away. His hands slide around to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they harden under his touch. I arch my ass into his center, wanting more.
"Yes."
He unbuttons my jeans next, tugging them down my hips with measured restraint. I step out of them, kick them aside.
His fingers hook into my underwear, dragging them down my thighs.
"This is different. You’re here because you want to be.”
“I know.”
The sound of his belt unbuckling sends electricity through me. Metal clinking, zipper lowering, fabric rustling as his pants hit the floor.
His hand splays across my lower back, pressing me forward until my forearms brace against the wall. I'm completely exposed to him now. Vulnerable but not powerless.
He grips my hips, pulling me back against him. One hand spreads me open while the other guides his cock. Pre-cum wets the head as he drags it up and then down to my entrance.
The first push inside me pulls a gasp from my throat.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, holding still.
"I want you. All of you." My voice breaks as I push back against him. "Fuck me, Ridge."
He drives into me, setting a rhythm that has me clawing at the wall. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. My legs tremble, threatening to give out.
"You feel so good," he murmurs against my neck. "So fucking good."
The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tight in my core. When it breaks, it shatters through me like lightning. My body clenches around him, my back arching as I cry out his name.
My vision blurs at the edges as waves of pleasure pulse through me.
His rhythm falters, his grip tightening on my hips as he follows me over the edge with a deep groan against my shoulder.
Before I can catch my breath, he turns me around, capturing my mouth in a kiss so tender it makes my heartache. His hands cup my face gently, so different from the intensity of moments before.
In the silence, something settles.
