Series Starter Firsts in Series Collection - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,94

your call, sweetheart.” The thought of her carrying my baby does something to me; it’s the same feeling I get when she tells me she loves me.

As if she’s reading my mind, she says, “I love you, Ridge.”

I nod. Decision made. Less talking, more kissing.

I crush my lips to hers, sliding my tongue past her lips. Hers duals with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to pull me closer, whimpering when I hold steady.

“Please,” she begs against my mouth.

I pull away and smirk at her. “We have all night,” I remind her.

She huffs out a breath in frustration, but when I latch onto a bare nipple and suck it into my mouth, it turns into a low moan, deep from the back of her throat. I take my time, giving each of her perfect tits equal attention. I could spend hours doing just this, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to experience all of her.

Releasing her nipple with a small pop, I move down her body, not pausing until I reach her belly button. I trace it with my tongue and her hands land in my hair. It’s actually kind of perfect because of where I’m headed next. Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve tasted her, it feels like it is. Every touch, every caress, every joining of our bodies feels more intimate to me because she knows I love her. She knows this is more to me, that it’s everything. That she is everything.

Tonight, all night, one hour at a time, I’m going to show her over and over until every part of my soul is infused with hers.

With her hands buried in my hair, I dip my tongue into her hot center and she tightens her grip. That slip of control from her has me losing mine. I devour her, adding one finger then two, humming my satisfaction as I bury my face deeper. She lifts her hips trying to get me closer, chasing her release. What my girl wants, she gets. I increase my efforts, nipping, licking, sucking, and humming, all the while working my fingers in and out of her. Not a minute later, she’s calling out my name.

“Ridge!” she screams as she holds my mouth tight against her. I don’t stop until I feel her slump against the bed.

Chapter 38

I slump against the bed, releasing the death grip I have on his hair. My body feels like Jell-O, my limbs are weak, my heart is racing and the delicious ache between my thighs tells me I want more—more of Ridge, more of his mouth, but most importantly, more of him. All of him. I need to feel him inside me, to have that connection with him that we’ve been fighting since day one.

At first, I thought he didn’t want to sleep with me—that was until he started rounding the bases. However, no matter how hard I tried he wouldn’t slide home. He said I needed to understand that he wanted to be with me for more than that, and waiting was the best way to prove it. It’s not until I heard him mumble something that sounded like “you’re more than a fucking bet ever could be” that I understood his hesitation. After that, I let him have control. I knew we would be here eventually, and I have to say, the months of foreplay have my senses on high alert.

Ridge lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. This time was different; he was relentless, working me to orgasm as if he needed it just as bad as I did. From the feel of his hard cock against my thigh, I’d dare to say I’m right.

“I need you.” I whisper the words, but from the flare of heat in his eyes, I know he heard me.

Slowly, he slides his hard body up mine, until our lips are once again fused. I can taste myself, and although it’s not my favorite thing, no way in hell am I stopping. When I said I needed him, I wasn’t exaggerating. I need him to breathe.

He rests his elbows on either side of my head, holding the majority of his weight off me while he runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re beautiful, Kendall,” he says, his eyes holding mine. I can feel my face heat.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs as he kisses each cheek, my chin, my nose. Finally, his lips land on my forehead, and