Page 4 of Drive Me Crazy

Ridge falls to my side,pulling me with him. I snuggle in, throwing my leg over his as he pulls my letter free. He opens it, glancing at me with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh, stop." I giggle. "You're the one who said I could do it, so don't pretend you didn't have a clue I could."

"Well," he shrugs. "I hoped you would."

I gaze at him as his eyes sweep over the words written on the letterhead from the University of South Carolina. I applied to several, but this is the one I wanted most. He did too because he insisted on writing my letter.

"Look at you, college girl. Straight A's your first semester." He beams at me, like I'm a million dollars in gold. "I'm so fuckin' proud of you."

I release a heavy sigh. "Good!"

"Oh, c'mon. This is fuckin' amazing, you're kickin' ass." He nudges me, followed by gigging my side.

I squirm, elbowing him. "Okay! Alright! It's seriously cool."

"Yes, it is." He kisses me deeply, and I melt into him as I always have. "Once you graduate, I'll be finished and have started my business. Then you can be proud of me."

"I already am proud of you, Ridge. There's nothing wrong with your chosen profession and if anyone can open a chain of business,' it'll be you."

He wrinkles his nose, almost thumbing at my words. "Still not good enough for the likes of you."

"Once I've graduated, I'll marry whom I damn well please." I shoot straight up, ready to fight this out for the last time. "I'm so tired of this shit, Ridge. You know what you want, since when is it wrong to go after it. To hell with everyone else and their fucking opinions. Isn't mine the only one that matters?"

"You're right."

I scramble to my feet. "I don't care what you say, I'm the only one you should be worried... wait."

"I said, I agree with you." He's smiling boyishly, it's my favorite, and he knows it.

I point at him. "Don't you dare be messing with me, Matthew?"

"I love it when you use my first name." His nostrils flare with the quirk of his lip.

I plop down on his lap, straddling him. "Good! I hate it when we argue."

"Ya know what they say about arguments. The making up is the best." He slides his hand to the nape of my neck. "Let's make-up."

His lips are puckered and ready, but my finger laid over them stops him in his tracks. "Actually, that should be make-up sex is the best. After you argue, it's supposed to be followed by mind blowing sex."

"Harper," his fingers dig into my hip. "I'm a guy and if you think I don't want to have sex with you, you're dead wrong."

"Well..." I open my arms. "here I am. I can't offer it up more than this."

Ridge's hands are around my waist and I'm flipped over on my back before I can utter another word. He hovers above me, smelling like dirt and sweat. Damn, if I don't love him.

Ridge leans in, running the tip of his nose from my heart, up my neck. "I love the way you smell."

"Really?" I giggle, thinking of my thoughts just moments ago.

He nips at my jaw. "Yeah, delicious. All strawberries and honey."

"So, you're telling me you're hungry?" I squeeze him between my thighs. "Go ahead, you can eat me."

"Harper, stop offering your virginity up like it means nothing." He groans.

I roll my eyes back. "Fine."

"Stop, will ya?" He releases a lengthy breath. "I want you. I want to make love to you as you say my name with pleasure. I want to fuck you on every surface there is in the fucking universe. But not yet, I want it to be special. Not here or like this."