Series Starter Firsts in Series Collection - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,95

he holds them there.

I run my fingers through his already mussed hair. It’s sexy on him. Of course, Ridge could make anything look sexy. Leaning up, I trace the star tattoo just above his left pec with my tongue, and he hums his satisfaction. I love his ink. I’ve spent hours tracing them, memorizing every line, every angle of each one.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles behind his back. Lifting my hips, I show him what I want, what I need.

“I’ve never done this,” he whispers as he nips at my earlobe.

I’m confused at first, because he has an adorable little boy.

“Not without protection. That’s a big deal, Kendall. For the chance that I totally sound like a woman right now, I need you to tell me this is what you want.”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate. Is it my smartest decision? Probably not, but I want it.

He rests his forehead against mine. “You unman me, baby.”

Reaching down with one hand, he grabs his erection and slides it through my folds. I

whimper at the contact. This is a first for us—the first of many, I can only hope.

I place my hand on his arm. My intent is to help him guide himself home, but I notice the slight tremor in his hand. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, but then his face grows serious. “When we do this, you’re mine, Kendall. I need you to know that there’s nothing that will take you from me. That’s it, we seal the fate of our future.”

If I wasn’t wet before, I am now. “Yes” is my answer, the only word I can seem to push past the emotion clogging my throat.

A slow smile tips his lips. Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Kendall.”

Then he pushes inside.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out—not in pain, but in relief. He’s had me on edge for weeks. Sliding my arms under his, I hug him as tight as I can, my nails digging into this skin. He moans and thrusts a little faster. It fuels him, my need for him, so I sink my nails in deeper and hang on for the ride.

“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Sweet.” Thrust. His hips move in shorter, faster strokes, and I can feel myself start to fall. It’s been well over a year for me, and it’s Ridge. I have no restraint when it comes to him.

“So close,” I pant, lifting my hips and tightening my legs that are still locked around him.

“I’m with you, baby. Let me hear you,” he grits out as he unleashes.

I hold on, digging my heels in his ass and my nails in his back as I just feel. Feel all of him. “Now.”

He does this move with his hips that hits just the right spot, and I’m doing exactly what he says as I scream out his name. “Ridge!”

Falling into me, he buries his face in my neck as his orgasm works through him.

We lie there, both of us utterly spent. I run my hands lightly over his sweat-covered back.

“Shower.”

I chuckle because I couldn’t agree more. “Please,” I answer him.

“It’s not nice to laugh at a man after sex,” he mumbles into my neck.

I playfully slap his shoulder. “Not at you, the situation. It’s messy.” I curl up my nose.

I can feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter. “That it is, baby. Let’s get cleaned up, and we can throw some steaks on the grill.” He slowly pulls away from me.

Once he’s on his feet, he helps pull me to mine and leads us to the shower. It’s a huge walk-in big enough for ten people, but it’s just the two of us. “You’re dirty,” he whispers in my ear as he runs his fingers through my folds.

“You make me dirty,” I reply, tilting my head, giving him better access. I’ll let him get me dirty any second, any minute, and any hour of every damn day.

“I like it,” he says, kissing my neck.

“Oh, yeah?” My voice is all breathy from the way his lips against my skin make me feel. He consumes me.

“Mmhmm.” He reaches around me for body wash, and it’s the exact kind I use. I don’t ask how he got it in here. Our bags are still at the door where he dropped them, but I know Ridge—he’s always prepared.

He pours a huge glob into his hands and slowly runs them over every inch of me.