Page 21 of The Heartbreaker

“Early thirties, which is older than me, considering I’m only twenty-four. Most of the guys my age, at least the ones I’ve dated, are only into themselves. I want to experience something different. Because, I swear, if I see one more mirror selfie, I legit might scream.”

His laugh didn’t fade at all. “I’m thirty-one, and I assure you, you will never get one of those from me.” He was stroking my mouth with the pad of his finger. “So, experience turns you on.”

It hadn’t until our kiss. It hadn’t even been on my radar.

But now—now was a whole other story.

And I knew I shouldn’t even put my brain in either place, but I was too far deep to pull back at this point.

“The idea of it, yes,” I replied.

“You know, if I was going to send you any kind of selfie, I’d need to have your number.” With his other hand, he cupped the base of my neck.

“Numbers really complicate things.” I smiled.

His mouth wasn’t far from mine, but his head tilted. “Let me get this straight. You’d give me your body, but you wouldn’t give me your number?”

“You have to earn it.”

“Make it make sense, Addy.”

For the briefest of seconds, my mind went there—to my plate not just being full, but overflowing with everything I had going on in my life—and I started to spiral.

“I’m just trying to get through today, Ridge. I honestly can’t even think about tomorrow, or I’ll start stressing even more. And stress is what I’m trying to avoid. That’s why I’m here. I’m drowning in you instead of treading in all of that.”

His teeth grazed his lip. “You’re telling me you want an escape—is that what I’m hearing?”

I swirled some wine around in my mouth before I answered, “It’s been nice to shut it all off and get on this ride and see where it takes me.”

“What kind of ride are you looking for?” He gripped my ass and slid me to the very edge of the counter, so my legs were forced to straddle him. A move that made me even wetter. “Do you want it rough? Do you want it soft and slow? Or do you want it somewhere in between?”

My eyes closed as my neck tilted back, and his lips were instantly on my throat.

“Whatever is going to make me scream the loudest.”

“It sounds like you’re leaving that decision up to me.” He kissed the base of my neck just as I was swallowing and inched up to the center. “I can read your body, and I’m listening to what it’s telling me. There’s just one problem …” His hands lifted to my ribs, directly below my breasts, the tease enough to make me moan.

“What is it?”

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

FIVE

Ridge

Idropped the last piece of Addy’s clothing on the floor of my kitchen and backed up a few inches to take a real good look at her. Of course, I’d already seen a majority of her body when she was onstage; the only things hidden had been the top and lips of her pussy and the small part of her ass that hadn’t been covered by the thong.

But as she sat under one of the lights, leaning back on her arms, she looked entirely different than earlier this evening.

She was even more breathtakingly beautiful. Every inch of her body was fucking incredible. And here, with her posture relaxed, the edges of her had softened. Her sun-kissed skin was even smoother. Her tits bounced with each breath, shaped like perfect teardrops, with pink nipples that were achingly hard. A rod with a pink gem at the top was pierced through her belly button. And below sat one sexy pussy, her clit hidden beneath tight, hairless folds.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

“Fuck,” I groaned, unable to look at her face just yet. Not when I still had so much of her body to take in, not when I was finally making tonight’s dream come true.

In my house, she wasn’t posing. She wasn’t putting on an act.

She was showing every honest, raw curve.