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

Chapter Forty-Four: Simply...Chemistry

North-

I woke up in the middle of the night, unable to let sleep consume me again. Sure, I was safe from the nightmares with my body tangled up with Ridge's, but something about me felt restless.

"Ridge?" I murmur, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

I hide my smile, tomorrow I'd force myself to drop that endearment, even though I love it from him.

"I need a shower,"

I feel his hard body stiffen behind me. He thought I'd break down again. I wouldn't. Having him around gave me a certain security that prevented feeling breakable.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine,"

Slowly, but obviously reluctant his arms drop from their caging hold around me. I get up, not helping myself and turn around as I watch him kick away the comforter and roll onto his stomach, limbs stretched out, looking adorable.

Not the boy who rejected me, not the officer, not the Monroe.

Just...Ridge and for one second...I'm even deceived he might belong to me. He's himself and I want that. For one second...I want him to be mine. I want to be his. I want there to be an "us".

Unable to resist the urge, I press my lips to his cheek once and turn around for the bathroom.

***

Ridge-

I keep my eyes squeezed shut as I hear her footsteps fade, my skin burning with that touch. That fucking peck that was supposed to be innocent and instead had me thinking of just how many positions I could fuck her. The peck that was supposed to be symbolize gratitude and friendship instead had me straining so I wouldn't bend her over a table and have my way with her.

Shower. She'd went to take a shower. When she told me so...my thoughts came rushing, dark as the night.

Her curvy small body underneath that steam, the droplets falling from her toned thighs and breasts. Her cheeks red from all that heat, her red, full lips parted...

Fucking hell...I was fucked. Royally screwed when it came to her.

Well...I tried to stay away.

So long...abstinence.

***

I haven't gotten very far in the shower when I felt a gust of cold air from the door. I whirl around to find him, his gaze dark, running over me and making every nerve of my body stand on point.

I'm not really sure why I don't cover myself. I just let him stand there and stare at me, gaze burning and making me ache for him. He curses under his breath and before I know it, his shirt is off and he's in nothing but his boxers as his hands go on either side of my head. I whimper, lips parting.

"You drive me crazy," he murmurs, burying his head in my shoulder, my eyes travel down his chest, his toned muscled abs, his taut, smooth arms...

I don't know what compels me to do it but either way, I lean over a drop one kiss, barely a touch at his neck. His body freezes and he seems to stop breathing. I kiss a trail to his jawline, making them as soft as humanly possible, stopping when I get to his lips. His breath hitches as I run my hands over his chest before pressing his mouth to mine. Slow soft...our kiss is almost breakable.

But then he growls, some deep sound from somewhere in his chest, before grabbing my hands and raising them over my head, trapping them with one of his. His mouth falls on mine, hard as his lips scream that they are the only ones allowed to dominate.Just with his mouth he's making it clear who's in control.