Chapter 5
FIVE
ADDISON
“Where would we go for dinner?” Was I really considering this arrangement? As soon as the thought filtered through my mind, I realized how could I not? He was offering something guaranteed to keep my heart safe, right? I may not have said yes out loud too wound up to speak, but with my nod, his eyes darkened in victory and the tension I’d felt all day drained from me as he took my hand, his touch gentle yet firm. He swiped his thumb over my wrist, massaging the pulse point.
My heart racing for him, for more of what we’d shared. The anticipation of once again experiencing him inside me made my entire body vibrate with need.
Then, without a word, he tugged me out of my chair. Our chests bumped, and I thought he’d kiss me. Wanted him to. Needed him to press his lips against mine in a repeat of our last kiss. It had been all I could think about for days.
Instead, he led me out to the kitchen, where containers of food had been placed on the island. The mouthwatering scent of a savory sauce with grilled meat filled the air. When I looked from the food to him, he wore a sheepish look on his face.
“It never hurts to be prepared.” Ridge’s grin made my heart skip a beat, and I felt like a schoolgirl realizing the popular boy liked her.
“Don’t tell me you were a Boy Scout, too?”
“Nope. I was ditching school and giving my mom gray hairs from the time I was twelve. Joining the service meant to straighten me out before I ended up in jail. But I ended up loving it and stayed, retiring after twenty.” He collected silverware, napkins and plates and handed them to me, then picked up the containers. “Let’s eat out on the deck.”
He nodded toward the sliding double doors. “Ladies first.”
On shaky legs, I walked through the connected great room and outside. Several seating areas were scattered around the large wrap around deck which overlooked the back of the lodge, offering a view of the treetops and the valley to the west. The sun was beginning to set and there was a warm breeze, unusual for mid Spring, this high up the mountain. The pine scented fresh air completed the scene along with the handsome man who stood at my side not staring at the view as I did, but at me.
Hunger filled his gaze, just as it had the moment I approached him at O’Malley’s Pub and I wondered if we’d even get to the food because suddenly, I was no longer hungry for the meal that looked to be from Full Plate Catering courtesy of Lauren.
No, I was only hungry for Ridge.
“Addy, you need to stop looking at me like that or we’re never going to make it through this dinner.”
“Like, how am I looking at you?” The breathiness of my voice sounded as if I was someone else.
“Like…how your tongue flicks onto your lower lip. Making it juicy and plump, begging for my attention. For my lips, my tongue, to take a long taste of yours. Capturing, then devouring until the sensations are too much for either of us. And you go from begging for my kiss to begging for my tongue buried deep between your thighs.”
Oh . My brain stuttered at the picture he painted, and I had to lock my knees to keep them from knocking.
“Any more questions?”
I shook my head, then realized I shook all over.
And then one word, a plea really slipped out of me. “Please.”
Ridge didn’t need any prompting. I had a feeling he would have followed through on his description even without one, but the fact he held off until I consented. I never thought it would be a huge turn on.
Denying it, and him seemed so silly. I’m a grown woman who knew what she wanted, and he was offering me exactly that. It seemed laughable now I’d tried to warn him away.
But right now, humor was the last thing I wanted either of us to have on our minds.
“Please, what?” Ridge’s voice came out strangled and scratchy and immediately my nipples responded. They pebbled to near pain, aching from the memory of the pleasure he’d given them not that long ago.
“I’m no longer hungry for food. Just you, Ridge.” The blatant demand made my head spin. My boldness—only for him.
“Dammit, you tempt me to take you right here. And if Lars and West, and probably Lauren, weren’t on site, know that I would. My cabin’s not far, and all we have to worry about there is Beatrix. Give me a minute to pack up the food.” Ridge stacked the containers, and I was left staring at his broad back and spectacular butt as he swiftly walked into the lodge.
“Who’s Beatrix?” Tossing my napkin on the table, I followed, confused. Did he have a mother or maybe a daughter I didn’t know about living with him? There had been no mention of anyone in his life, but then again, we hadn’t done much talking that night.
“Don’t worry. I’m not hiding another woman from you. Beatrix is my cat. My very pregnant cat who’s been in hiding for the last couple of days. I think she’s about ready. She’s wary at first with other people, but I think you’ll be okay.” He winked, then grabbed my hand, the bag of food in the other. We walked through the back door of the laundry room out onto a path that led toward his cabin.
Okay, relieved Beatrix wasn’t human. I’d check my flash of jealously later. Right now, the closer we came to his home, the more my excitement grew and the faster my heart pounded.
We barely made it through his front door before his hands were all over me. Pressed up against the heavy wooden door, I wrapped a leg around his waist. I’d never been so glad I’d chosen a flowing skirt to wear then I was at that moment.
His lips against mine. We feasted. One of his hands, warm and calloused, tunneled under the fabric. His fingers splayed out under my thigh, lifting my leg higher until my core pressed right where we both wanted-needed. I rolled my hip against his erection; the move dampened my panties more than they already were, our groans filled the air from the decadent pressure.
I tunneled my fingers through his short, silky hair, leaving spikes wherever I touched. And Ridge didn’t disappoint. He plundered. Lifting my other leg, he placed it around his waist, clasped his hands under my ass, then began grinding his cock against my pussy.
“Yes, here. Now.” I pleaded, needy and ready.
“In my bed.” His low growl sent another flood of liquid warmth to settle low in belly. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.
His home was a blur as he marched down a dark hallway. How we reached his room without stumbling as we kissed was a miracle. The soft comforter cradled me as he placed me gently down on the bed. In a daze, we both stripped. No time for a slow tease. My patience gone as all I could mumble was, “Condom?”
With an irritated groan, “Right.” He reached across the bed and took one from his bedside table and, with shaky fingers, rolled it onto his straining cock. A bead of pre-cum balanced on the long tip. “Like what you see?”
My gaze flashed to his face, and I gasped at the naughty gleam in his eyes. Last time we were together, he had said little as he let me lead. I’d been the one begging, demanding for my pleasure.
Reaching out to circle the width of his erection as he finished covering his length, “Very much so.” Brushing my fingers under his heavy sack, his indrawn breath amping the current between us.
“You can play. Next time.” He removed my fingers, leaned over me and, with both my hands now captured in his, he placed my arms above my head before settling between my thighs. “Open for me, Addy.”
Nodding, I watched as he ran his large hands over my shoulders, then my breasts as his fingers toyed with my nipples. “So responsive. I love that about you.” He dipped his head, and I almost lifted my arms to cradle either side. “No touching. Not until I say.”
Before I could answer, his tongue laved one nipple, round the tip over and over, wringing a low throated moan from me. I arched my back, needing more, and he didn’t disappoint. Sucking my flesh into his hot mouth, he nipped, then soothed it before treating the other nipple to the same pleasure.
My knees bent without being directed, and I lifted my hips. “I know. I need it too. This perfect pussy is all mine and soon. But first I need that taste I promised.”
Nodding again, his lips and his tongue turning me into an incoherent puddle of need, I waited. Ridge trailed kisses down my abdomen. Hot need pooled between my folds and if he didn’t touch me soon, I just might scream. “Riiidge.” Instead of loud, my plea so soft I could barely hear myself over our breathing.
“Is this what you need?” He swiped a finger between my folds. My hips bucked from the electric contact. “So damn wet.” His growled words vibrated against my skin where he’d placed his lips inches above. His finger dipped into my channel and the scream I’d been holding back rent loose.
“Yeees!”
“More?”
“Yes, harder.”
Ridge gave me exactly what I wanted. Another finger inside me. His tongue lashed against my clit and the long buildup to this moment brought me oh, so close. The sharp tugs started deep in my womb as he worked me, my hips thrusting to meet his lips, to drive his fingers deeper.
“I’d say cum for me, but you’re almost there, baby.” Ridge hooked a finger and all my thoughts fled, my pleasure zeroing on what he was doing to me. The spasms building.
“Addy, my Addy.” He repeated my name over and over, like a prayer, as he thrust his fingers expertly, the friction bliss as he continued, not stopping until I broke. Bright lights appearing behind my eyelids, and I screamed his name. My chant overtaking his.
“Tell me, Addy. What do you want next?” I opened my eyes to find him up on his hands above me, that wicked smile on his lips, shiny from my orgasm. My hips settled as the last moments of my orgasm left me. “I wish it’d go on forever,” I whispered, then smiled at him as he chuckled at my words.
“I know. I feel the same way.” My eyes dropped to his cock, and I no longer pouted. “Now, that’s what I need.” Reaching between us, I guided him toward my entrance. “I want you inside me, Ridge.”
In one swift motion, he went from being cradled by my hand to cradled by my inner walls, and we both released a moan. No more talking, no more demands. Only this moment, as he filled me over and over. He held my gaze. His eyes had darkened to that shade of black I’d come to love. The sounds of our flesh slapping filled the room. More moans and nonsense words were exchanged until another orgasm robbed me of my breath.
Ridge rubbed my clit as my pussy milked his cock, both of us straining toward that glorious goal. Lost in each other’s pleasure, we came together. Breath mingling, soft kisses exchanged as he pounded into me, his head tipped back as we each took from each other, giving equally until the aftershocks settled. He spooned around me, holding onto me just as he had that first time, as if I was the most important thing in his world.
I laid still, panic overcoming me at how deep my feelings had also grown for Ridge. What had I gotten myself into and what the heck was I going to do now?