Page 142 of The Heartbreaker

I needed to know she would do absolutely anything to have me.

So, I stayed there, circling, waiting, and after each pass, her moans got louder. Her movements turned stronger, the water rolling past the edge of the tub and overflowing onto the floor.

“Ridge, I can’t wait. I need?—”

I was inside before she even finished her sentence.

“Yes!” she shouted.

Damn it, she was right; she was dripping. The wetness soaked into my skin, and as her voice filled my ears, she told me just how badly she wanted this.

“Baby …” All I wanted was to make her feel good. To know I was the reason for her moans. To have her so worked up that she would do anything to have me.

And she was there—at the peak.

I gave her only one finger, slipping it in and out, turning and tilting to reach her G-spot. Every time I hit it, she would buck against me, driving my hard-on into her back.

“Ah!” She sucked in some air and lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck. “Ridge!”

“God, I fucking love your pussy.”

Not just the feel, the smell, and the taste of it—three things I lived for—but the look of it too. The perfect folds and the softest skin and the way her clit was hidden, like the most beautiful present was buried beneath.

She placed her heels on the top of the tub, her knees bending, giving me all the access I needed.

“You want to come?” I rasped in her ear.

“Please.” Her exhales were even pleading with me. “Please, Ridge.”

“Let me hear it.” I picked up the speed only a tiny bit. “Let me hear how much you want it.”

She released my neck to hold my wrist again, pushing on it, digging her nails into my skin. “Make me come. I’m begging you. Let me have—” Her voice cut off when I pulled my finger out, dragging it up her clit and stomach, between her tits, and stopping at her neck.

“It’s time to get out of the tub.”

She was panting.

Each breath caused a wave of water to slap against the rim. “What?”

“Do I have to carry you to the bed?”

It was clear she didn’t understand why I’d left her hanging like that when she was on the verge of getting off. But my reasoning made complete sense, and she would see that soon enough.

“Carry me?” she responded. “You’re serious … aren’t you?”

“Dead fucking serious.”

I slid out from beneath her, stepping onto the floor as the water and bubbles trickled off me, and I held out my hand, helping her onto her feet. Once she was standing in the tub, she released my fingers and wrapped both palms around my dick.

“Is this what you want?” She began to pump me faster.

“That’s not why I stopped, Addison. This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”

“Then—”

“Get over here.”

I pulled her into my arms and lifted her out of the water, waiting for her legs to circle my waist before I carried her into the bedroom. As soon as her back hit the mattress, I kept her onthe edge of the bed and ducked my head, kissing down the same path that my fingers had taken many times tonight.