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ments against me. He presses his hips into mine

for two seconds, then relaxes and pulls back for a

brief second before repeating the motion. He re-

peats this movement several times, and I can feel

my need for him growing with each rhythmic

movement against me.

The more my desire builds, the more impatient

I become. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I

want to feel his hands all over me. I want to feel

him push inside me and make me his completely.

The more I think about what I want from him,

the more responsive I become to the subtle shifts

of his weight against me. The more responsive I

become, the faster our hearts race against the

palms of our hands.

Beat, beat, pause.

Beatbeat, pause.

Beatbeat pause.

Beatbeat pause.

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The faster our hearts race, the quicker his

rhythm becomes, matching each beat of my heart

movement for movement.

I gasp.

He’s moving to the sound of my heart.

I wrap my free arm around his neck and focus

on his heartbeat, instantly aware that our hearts

are perfectly in sync. I tighten my legs around his

waist and lift myself against him, wanting him to

make my heart beat even faster. He skims his lips

across my cheek until they’re flush against my

mouth, but he doesn’t kiss me. The silence

around me makes me even more aware of the

pattern of his breath falling against my skin. I fo-

cus on my palm against his chest and feel his

quick intake of air, seconds before I taste the

sweetness of his breath as he exhales, teasing my

mouth.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

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His rhythmic breathing becomes quicker when

his tongue slips inside my mouth, gently caress-

ing the tip of mine.

If I could hear, I’m positive I would have just

heard myself whimper. It’s becoming a habit

whenever he’s around.

I move my hand to the back of his head, need-

ing to taste more of him. I pull him to me with

such sudden urgency he moans into my mouth.

Feeling his moan without hearing it is probably

the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. His

voice as it passes through me does more than

hearing it ever could.

Ridge slides his hand away from my heart and

presses his forearms into the mattress on both

sides of my head. He boxes me in with his arms,

and I slide my hand away from his chest, needing

to grab hold of him with all my strength. What

little I have left, anyway.

I feel him pull farther back, and then, without

hesitation, he pushes inside me, claiming me,

filling me.

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I . . .

Can’t . . .

My heart.

Christ. He just silenced my heart, because I

can no longer feel it at all. The only thing I feel is him moving against me . . . away from me . . . inside of me . . . into me. I’m completely consumed

by him.

I keep my eyes closed and listen to him

without hearing a thing, experiencing him si-

lently, the same way he’s experiencing me. I soak

in every single beautiful thing about the smooth-

ness of his skin and the feel of his breath and the

taste of our moans, until it’s impossible to tell us

apart.

We continue to explore each other quietly,

finding all the parts of ourselves we’ve only been

able to imagine up to this point.

When my body begins to tense again, it’s not

at all because I’m nervous this time. I can sense

his muscles clenching beneath my hands, and I

grip his shoulders, ready to fall with him. He

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presses his cheek firmly to mine, and I feel him

groan against my neck, making two final, long

thrusts at the same second as I feel the moans es-

caping my throat.

He begins to tremble with his release but

somehow pulls his hand between us again and

presses it against my heart. He’s shaking against

me, and I’m doing my best to regain control of

my own shudders while he begins to slow him-

self down, once again to the rhythm of my heart.

His movements grow so soft and subtle I can

barely feel them through all the tears I’m crying.

I don’t even know why I’m crying, because this

is by far the most indescribable feeling that has

ever come over me.

Maybe that’s why I’m crying.

Ridge relaxes on top of me and brings his

mouth back to mine. He kisses me so softly and

for so long my tears eventually subside and are

replaced with complete silence, accompanied

only by the rhythm of our hearts.

Ridge

I close the bathroom door and return to her on the

bed. Her face is illuminated by the moonlight

pouring through the windows. Her mouth is