“That’s not going to fit.”
His mouth twitches. “It’ll fit.”
I frown. “I don’t know. I told you that I was rusty. I might even be a virgin again; it’s been so long.”
He laughs. “That’s not a thing. You’ll be fine, Robyn. I promise.”
Hearing him say my name like that, all low and rough, while he’s standing there completely naked, is almost enough to start me off again. I’m actually a bit afraid of him. I’m also, apparently, the horniest I’ve been in about a decade because my clit has woken back up.
I want to press my thighs together to stop what’s happening down there.
He bends to dig something from his jeans pocket and pulls out a strip of condoms, tossing them on the bed.
Then he climbs back onto the bed, braces himself above me on one elbow, and lowers his mouth to mine. I taste myself on him, tangy and a little musky, and it should be weird, but it’s not. He kisses me slowly, until I forget to be nervous, until my hands come up and wrap around his neck, until I’m arching up, trying to feel more of his bare skin against mine.
His hand starts to wander.
He palms my breast through my top, squeezing gently, and I make a soft noise into his mouth. His thumb finds my nipple through the cup of my bra and rubs in slow circles. Then hishand slides down, over my stomach, and between my legs, and I moan when his fingers find me slick and swollen and still sensitive from before.
I want him again. Still. I just plain want him.
I can’t believe how quickly I’m hot and heavy again. I just came. I should need a minute. I should need ten. But his fingers are circling my clit, and I’m already lifting my hips, chasing the feel of him, and every nerve in my body is humming like it’s been turned right back on.
Ridge sits up, straddling my thighs. He grips the hem of my top and pulls it up and off me in one smooth motion. He throws the shirt behind him somewhere. Then he looks at me in my plain beige bra, and I feel heat flood my face.
I reach back to unclip it myself, because if he’s going to see these, I’d rather get it over with. The clasp gives, and I slide the straps down my arms, and drop the bra over the side of the bed.
I instantly cover my chest with my arm. My breasts are big. I can’t help that. They are also not as perky as they once were. To be frank, they’re a bit on the droopy side. And since I wasn’t planning this, I also didn’t exactly prepare down there either, but that ship has sailed.
I’m owning this.
I’m going to enjoy every minute. I pull my shoulders back and thrust out the girls. My nipples seem to reach for him. What am I saying? Everything reaches for him.
He looks down at me, and his jaw goes tight in a way that makes my stomach flip.
“You’re beautiful.” Then he bends down and runs his tongue over one of my nipples, and I gasp so hard I nearly choke. “You have great tits.” He closes his mouth over the same nipple and sucks, and I swear I see a flash of light behind my eyelids.
I make this noise and arch into him.
He moves to the other breast. He’s gentle and then not gentle, licking and sucking and grazing with his teeth just enough to make me writhe. His big hand cups the first one, weighing it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger.
When he glances up at me, all I see is desire…and it’s all aimed at me.
I stop trying to suck in my stomach.
His hand drifts back between my legs, and his fingers slide through me, and I’m so wet he makes a low, rough sound in his throat that sounds like approval. He works me again with his thumb, his fingers pumping slow and deep inside me, and I’m rocking against his hand, and moaning with absolutely no shame.
“You sound so good,” he murmurs against my breast. “Keep making those noises for me.”
Oh, I’m going to.
He lifts himself off me and reaches for the condoms. He tears one with his teeth. Then I watch him roll it down his length.
He hooks his hands behind my knees and lifts my legs, then presses them gently apart. I’m spread wide for him, and I should feel awkward, but he’s looking at me like I’m Easter and Christmas all rolled into one.
He lines himself up. The blunt head of him presses against my entrance, and I instinctively tense.
“Relax,” he murmurs.
