colossal moving machine of pure muscle marked with wild ink. My legs tangle with his and I try to match his rhythm.
No easy task.
Ridge surprises me every time, picking up his tempo, then pulling back to leave me in agony.
He doesn’t do it like other men, rushing to their own selfish finish.
Surprise, surprise, he’s a magician in the sheets.
The slow-burn is his art form.
Those hips know when to go turbo and when to peel back, when to caress and when to punish, when to make me shake and how to make me beg for dear life.
Holy hell.
The first O, he drags out of me, growling my name as he feels me convulse, tightening around every pistoning inch of him.
“Grace!” he calls out, crashing straight through it, pummeling my hips and igniting this friction with his pubic bone on my clit.
The pleasure comes so hot, so ruthless, it’s almost blinding.
My vision vibrates, the whole freaking world, reality itself bowing to the insane fact that the Ridge Barnet is screwing me absolutely stupid.
His thrusts rivet me to the bed, slowing just enough to catch my breath as I come down from the high.
I should be satisfied.
I should need a breather.
But he’s triggered something deeper, more primal, this animal need to feel him come, to milk him dry.
No, my brain doesn’t care about the condom.
No, I’m not thinking like a rational human being anymore as I start panting, throwing my hips up to meet his, pulling him into me.
My nails rake his back, clutching and tearing, totally gone in a riptide of ecstasy.
And when he groans, shoves his forehead to mine, and our eyes lock in this lusty stare to the death, I drown in Ridge.
He never takes his eyes off me on the final stretch of round one, his pace quickening, his cock reaching so deep inside me I have to fight back every scream.
“Ridge!” I belt out, the only coherent word I’m able to still speak with another O threatening to take control.
I want—I need—him to come with me.
Luckily, I think he gets it.
My gaze remains on him as long as possible, until my eyes flutter shut as the storm draws in, but I last just long enough to enjoy his pleasure growling out of him.
Watching, feeling, loving how his muscles tighten, those bright-blue eyes transformed into velvet smoke a split second before his head whips back, and his groan shears the night.
Then it’s just both of us in a collision of flesh and sounds that aren’t human.
It’s heat and pressure and the feel of his cock expanding, throbbing, pouring out his savage tension as he thrusts to the hilt and claims me forever.
Forever, distilled into one hot night.
“Damn it, Grace,” he rumbles when I’m conscious enough to hear him again. “You got me at a three to one orgasm ratio. Usually I last a lot longer.”
I smile. “Now you know how I feel. It’s embarrassing how fast, how easy I...”
“Only one way to even the score,” he says, mischief dancing in his eyes as he strokes my hair. “Put that sweet mouth to work helping me up and I’ll show you what I mean.”
He doesn’t have to.
I already know, but of course that’s not even in the same universe as learning it in the flesh.
A short time later, I realize I’d been wrong about one thing.
I haven’t just had the orgasm of the century.
The one that strikes next as Ridge eases me up after I’ve finished sucking him, flips me around, and mounts me from behind puts the last few climaxes to shame.
I come so hard I break.
It’s a miracle I only sleep a few hours past dawn after we finally bed down for the night.
I wake up feeling happier than ever with his huge, inked arm around me. I’m careful to slide out so he can doze.
Another hour later, after sneaking out of Ridge’s bedroom and showering, I walk to the cabin to check on Dad. Mixed emotions flit around my insides like unsettled hornets.
No question, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages, the best sex of my life, and probably the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
All in one night.
Crud city.
“Good morning,” Jackie greets me. “He’s awake and super grumpy. I think that means he’s feeling better in Nelson-speak.”
“Oh, good. You picked up his language fast.” Giggling as I walk through the living room, I have to admit she really is the best nurse we could’ve found.
“Morning, Dad,” I say, entering his room and closing the door