Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Goner

Song: All night by Kristin (love the song)

North-

The door opens and I'm quick to hide the sketch pad under my comforter--or Ridge's comforter. I'd been sleeping with him (UNCONSCIOUS SLEEPING) for the past week because he absolutely refuses to make me move and would rather read Tim Tharp than let his eyes off of me. 

Well, he was supposed to be currently undergoing a shower. Now he comes out in all his muscled goodness, with only a white towel wrapped around his...underparts. 

Toned muscle, hard and taut, his dark abs look just sinful. I fidget under the sheets, pressing the heel of my leg against my center, trying to make myself feel better as the image of him slamming inside of me as I cry out fills my mind. Fuck. 

"North," Ridge murmurs. 

"Uh...yeah?" I say, blinking. 

"If you're vibrator under that comforter, I will make you use it in front of me," he growls, eyes growing darker, looking my body up and down. 

There wasn't much to see, I was in a worn tank top and boy shorts, my hair wildly framing my face. Not sexy. At all. 

And yet...

The thought of him watching me made me even wetter. I definitely did not need that. 

He stalks toward me, dent growing under his towel. He licks his lips, a smirk coming on his features. "What'd you just hide, North?"

"You imagined it," I blurt out, cursing myself inwardly. 

"Riiiiight," he says, pursing his lips. 

And then he pounces. Landing exactly where I want him. His eyes lock on mine, dripping lust and mischief, his lips dangerously close to my own. 

For this past week, Ridge had treated me like a queen, making sure to ask me how comfortable I was every five seconds, we'd actually been friends, ignoring the tense mate bond, the heat that grew between us whenever we were on the same bed. 

Now it was impossible to ignore it. 

My chest moved rapidly as I continued to soak my panties, biting my lower lip. He closes his eyes, groaning, as his nose skims my collarbone and neck. 

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers. I can only nod. 

"Well good for me," he says. 

And all of the sudden the heat and weight of his body leave me and I nearly cry in frustration when the pressure he'd been adding between my legs disappears. 

I open my eyes, he's still in his fucking towel, and now looking through my sketch pages. 

I don't like drawing, hell, I'm not even good at it, but if there is one thing I love it's...

"Fashion???" Ridge echoes, disbelief, and incredulity lacing his words. I glare at the comforter in response. 

He bursts out laughing. Of course, he does. He's Ridge Monroe after all. 

"You, you North Jacobs, wants to design clothes--and these are actually good designs! Who are you?" he wheezes through his laughter. 

I'd liked designs, especially fashion designs. Sure, I hated wearing dresses or anything that wasn't simple, but I liked designing clothes, just not for me. 

"Fuck you,"

"Careful what you wish for," he smirks, still looking from page to page. Oh fuck it, I needed that notebook back. 

I yell out, pouncing, obviously taking him by surprise. I manage to throw the notebook to the other side of the room, and that leaves me straddling him with no purpose. 

Oh, come on!

His fucking grin comes up again and before I know it, he's grinding against me and I gasp. But I don't stop him. Because who in his right mind would? 

My nipples harden as I trail slow kisses down his neck, biting and sucking, making him moan as he hardens, even more, moving faster. 

"Oh fuck it," he growls and in a flash, he has my wrists over my head, bound by one of his hands. His glowing eyes lock on mine, as he trails his eyes up and down my body. 

"I'm fucking keeping my towel on,"

I frown nodding, he chuckles. "Don't fret love, there are so many ways I can make you feel good without fucking you raw,"

Holy shit, I'm a goner. 

He begins kissing my shoulder, biting and moaning into my skin as my top strap slid further down, exposing my hard nipples. My hands immediately come up to cover me but he growls, shaking his head, pinning my wrists above my head again. He shoves my tank top off my completely and throws it somewhere in the room. His mouth descends on my nipples and I cry out as he licks slow circles, biting. 

"God--Aah--there, yes," I moan in pleasure as his mouth surrounds me again, destroying every nerve in me, bringing my every cell to life, shatter every bone and rebuilding them. My legs wrap themselves around his waist on their own. Then his mouth leaves me and his hands find my hips, moving me against him. His mouth begins fused to mine, hungry and demanding, he hungrily takes everything I have to offer, finding the sweet pulse points behind my ear and neck. 

He pushes one thigh between my legs and I almost find the relief I need, almost but not yet. I make my unhappiness known through a frustrated groan. "More,"  I beg.

He smirks, sliding one hand through my legs, "Better?"

Not. Even. Close. 

His grin widens as he moves his hand in a slow circle, the heel of his hand pressing against the spot where I need him most. Yes, please, yes...

Then he stops, and I feel the cold air of his absence. My eyes shoot open in panic. "Why did you stop?" I whimper, chest moving up and down rapidly. I was almost there, I was about to let go...

"Fuck, I can't--" he sounds pained and his eyes definitely showcase that pain, as he stares down at me, face tense with an unknown emotion I don't get. Something's wrong. I sit up, grabbing my shirt. 

"Hey---you okay?" I say softly and he groans, clenching his jaw. "I need to shower, cold this time,"

With that, he walks out of the room. 

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Um...WTF?

PMSing...anyone?

Laters,

Reagan