Free Ridge by Em Petrova

laughed, the rumble a warning that a volcano was about to erupt inside her. “Kash, I don’t want it to be that way with you. You’re not a Buckle Bunny. You deserve better.”
    “What if I want you bending me over the seat and your cock pounding into me?”
    He gave a visible shudder, his eyes closing momentarily. “I… Damn, woman, you know how to pillow talk, don’t you? Fuck.” He gripped her shoulders and pushed her away the scant inch of space they could gain between them. When he searched her eyes, back and forth between blue and brown, she didn’t cool off even a little bit. She waited for him to come to the conclusion that he needed to do as she’d said and bend her over and fuck her.
    “But I want to do this right. I want to taste you.” His hot words lashed her, and her pussy grew wetter at the idea of his tongue between her folds.
    “Ridge. Please.” She ran her finger around his nipple, and it hardened in the swell of muscle.
    He groaned. “Dammit. Kash, honey…” He struggled and finally took a deep breath. “I’m going to stop for now. I’m dying to sink my cock into your pussy, but I don’t want to mess up our friendship with crappy, fumbling sex.”
    He had a point. If she only got one chance with him, then she wanted it to be something that fed her fantasies for a long time.
    She nodded and he kissed her again, a deep, rousing kiss she never wanted to break away from. But he pulled her bra back into place and her top down. Then he opened the door and set her on her feet.
    By the time she’d walked around the passenger’s side, he’d put his shirt on and his hat sat straight on his head. Without a word, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, back onto the highway.
    They didn’t make it nine exits before he pulled off again.
    * * * * *
    Ridge had felt Kashley up at Jolene’s Country Café, gotten to third base behind a Kwik Mart—fuck, he could still smell her sweetness on his fingers—and almost thrown away all control and fucked her against the side of his truck just five miles from their destination.
    He threw her a look as she got her duffle bag out of the truck and looped the long handle over one shoulder. Her hair was mussed, her lips bitten, and her top was a little crooked.
    She couldn’t look more beautiful if she’d had a full staff of makeup artists and hairstylists. He’d never been so hot and bothered either. His constant state of arousal had him in a frenzy, and he was the first to admit he wasn’t thinking clearly.
    “Let me take your bag,” he said, hooking his fingers under the strap just so he could touch her shoulder.
    She looked deep into his eyes. “I’ve got it.” Her voice was a little breathless.
    He eased his fingers down the strap, over her collarbone to rest over her breast. Her eyes shot blue and brown sparks, and she did that adorable sinking her teeth into her lower lip thing.
    “You didn’t bring much,” he noted. Her bag looked half empty.
    “All I need is a couple clean pairs of clothes and a hairbrush.”
    Anna had traveled with several suitcases, one of them entirely full of makeup. But Kashley didn’t need any of that, and it was refreshing as hell.
    “I’m not certain you’ll even need the clothes,” he said, low, and watched her eyelids flutter and her teeth depress her lip further.
    His cock had been battering his fly for hours. “C’mon, let’s check in.” He took her bag whether she’d given him permission or not and slung it over his shoulder. Then he led the way into the hotel.
    In ten minutes he had their luggage scattered on the hotel room floor. The door slammed shut behind them, and they turned to each other. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, worry finally hitting.
    “Sure you wanna do this?” Was that his voice? The grating sound belonged to someone else.
    She bit her lip again, eyes glowing. She nodded. “If it doesn’t work out, I’ll still be here, Ridge. I won’t walk out on