Free Dirty Little Mistake (Dirty #2) by Amber Rides Page A

shoulder, then my arm.   At last, his palm found the back of my hand.  His fingers snuck between mine, marking the soft flesh there with electricity.  It shot through me.  It warmed my skin and settled in every sensitive part of my body.
    I shivered.
    “You cold?” Ridley asked.
    His voice was thick and close to my ear and suddenly I was anything but cold.
    I shifted a little, but there wasn’t anywhere to go.  When I turned, we were just inches apart.  I tipped my head up in an attempt to meet his gaze.  It was a mistake.  In the relative darkness of the tiny room, the only thing that stood out was the stormy color of his irises.  And now both his hands were in mine, laced together just like they belonged there.
    Oh, God.
    I let out a breath, and it steamed a little between us.
    “Where are we?” I murmured, hoping the sound of my own voice would snap me out of it.
    “Fridge,” he said back, his eyes on my lips.
    “It’s small.”
    “Funny. Until now, I’ve always thought it was an impressive size.”
    He drew my arms up and draped them over his shoulders.  Ridley’s hands slid to my waist, possessive and demanding.
    I needed to pull away.  I needed to tell him no.  Right that second.
    But there was a snap from outside and Ridley flew into me, pinning me to the metal door.  The door shook behind me.
    His boss is trying to get in, I realized.
    The tighter Ridley gripped the door handle, the harder he pressed against me.  He reached around me and flicked the internal lock shut.  But he didn’t let me go.
    My heart thudded in my chest and it had very little to do with any consequences that might come as a result of getting caught.
    “Doesn’t he have a key?” I whispered.
    Slowly, Ridley shook his head.
    There was a final rumble behind me and then the door went still.
    Ridley ’s thumb came up and touched the corner of my lips.
    “Bit of strawberry. Right. Here,” he said softly.
    Automatically, I licked away the sauce.  Ridley didn’t move though, and when my tongue darted out, it hit the pad of his thumb and my mouth sizzled.
    “Missed,” he told me.
    He dragged his thumb sideways across my lips.  When he’d swept away the last traces of strawberry, he brought his thumb to his own mouth and gave it a sensuous suck.
    The gesture made my knees so weak that if Ridley hadn’t been holding me up, I might’ve collapsed to the ground.  As it was, his arm was around my waist and he kept me from sliding down.
    But his next move sent me over the edge. 
    Ridley took the thumb he’d just tasted and put it back on my lower lip.  He dragged it open, traced my teeth with it, and then put it to his own mouth once again.
    It turned me from a somewhat-in-control girl to a mindless puddle of wanton need. 
    I took a gasping breath.  My hands, which were still positioned around Ridley’s shoulders, were now holding on for dear life.  
    Either he sensed I was about to fall, or he had a need of his own, because in a move that made me glad I’d seen exactly how much he could bench press, he lifted me from the ground and pressed me to the door.
    “Oh!” My little exclamation barely made it out before Ridley tipped his head down and sealed his lips to mine.
    His exploration of my mouth was anything but casual.  Anything but gentle.  He nipped and tugged, and his tongue dove in and teased relentlessly.  When he pulled away, it was only so he could run his face along my throat.  The stubble on Ridley’s chin rubbed the skin of my throat.  I ached to have it rub elsewhere.
    I arched undern eath him, forcing his face down.
    He trailed kisses along the open edges of my shirt, widening the gap and exposing the top of my bra.  His tongue traced the lace and my nipples came to sweet, painful attention.
    My legs closed around his hips instinctively.  He thrust forward and my shorts, which had seemed almost too short before, now formed a frustrating barrier between us.  He thrust again and the shorts