This was the definition of obsessed.

The aching need to have his hands on her, his mouth on her…him, on her. It never ceased, never let her forget. She wanted him all the time, even in those dark moments when her past reared its ugly head, she longed for him to catch her, to save her from that pain even when she knew she needed to save herself. It was his fault. Ridgley Malcolm Donovan loved her too well. He gave her too much, filled her with all the things he hadn’t known she longed for, made her feel things she hadn’t believed she would ever crave.

He was everything and she wanted him forever.

Needed him for eternity.

She heard the snap of a top being released from a bottle and her pussy pulsated, cream dripping from her plump folds as she lay in the center of their bed, legs spread wide like she was a feast for the taking. That’s how he liked her to wait for him after their shared baths. After the nightmares sucked her in and tossed her around like she was a brittle object along for the ride in a violent storm, Ridge always soothed her with a hot bath—even though he often complained about how her desired water temperature seared his skin.

He’d toweled her dry before sending her out of the bathroom and she’d readily acquiesced to the, “go wait for me,” he rasped before slapping her on the ass. Thanks to the fifteen pounds she’d put on in the months she’d been with him, that slap left a little jiggle to her butt as her nipples hardened and she walked away. She felt sexier with a few added curves and the adoration she could always find in Ridge’s gaze when he stared at her. The lust was good for her ego too. He wanted her all the time whether they were here at home or at The Corporation where they both agreed to visit at least once a month. Never in her wildest dreams would she ever have considered going to a sex club, but then again, she’d never dreamed of a man like Ridge.

“Turn over,” he said, his voice gruff and closer than it had been before.

She did as he said, rolling over onto her stomach, letting the side of her face rest against the cool pale gray pillowcase. The bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on and moved between her legs. With one hand he trailed fingers up from the back of her left knee to her thigh and over the curve of her ass.

His next command came in that biting tone that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it actually was. “Close your eyes.”

There were times when he wanted her to watch, to see every sinfully seductive thing he did to her or that he wanted her to watch someone else do. Then, there were times when he wanted her to focus only on his touch, to take away one of her senses to further heighten the experience. To achieve this, he’d once tried blindfolding her but panic had soared through her chest the moment he’d tightened one of his ties around her head. That had been the first time he’d witnessed her breakdown.

His hand had flattened over her ass now, kneading it in a slow steady rhythm designed to make her pussy clench and drip like a geyser. On the other cheek she felt something warm and wet, heard the oil being squirted from the bottle. The warm fluid oozed over her skin, rivulets going down her hip and into the crevice of her ass. His free hand moved over to massage the oil deep into her skin. He always used coconut oil when he massaged her, this one had the faintest hint of lavender because he loved that scent on her. Loved to press his nose close to any and every part of her body after the massage to inhale it, to inhale her.

He squirted more oil down the line of her spine and the backs of her legs before tossing the bottle to the other side of the bed and putting both his hands on her. Ridge had great hands. They were big and strong, two words that simply personified the man. A former boxer by hobby, he still had an athletically muscled body courtesy of his in-home gym and the one at his office. Smooth mahogany skin covered every inch of his six-foot-one stature, black locs fell to the center of his back when free, a low-cut trimmed beard covered his jaw and deep brown eyes that could be cruel and calculated or smoldering and compassionate thoroughly assessed every person they rested on. Tonight, they were on her.

She could feel the heat of his aroused gaze mixing with the warmth of the scented oil as he kneaded her ass, then moved down to focus intently on her legs. His fingers were dangerously close to her pussy as he worked the backs of her thighs, but he wouldn’t touch her there yet, not even when she whimpered in request.

“Shhhh,” he told her. “You know I’m gonna take care of you, baby.”

And she did know. She knew with a clarity of too many powerful orgasms to count. Sex with Ridge had been like nothing she’d ever read about or dared to believe she might experience. It was like that otherworldly shit authors described in those sexy romance books. The back-arching guttural screams, firework level explosions behind closed eyes, toe-curling ecstasy that stole her breath and left her wilted like a dead plant—all that and then some.

He continued with generous strokes down her legs, until he kneaded her calves. She’d begun taking long walks in the morning. Dino, the guard Ridge had assigned to her that first night he’d come to her flat to accuse her of telling the detectives about his connection to one of her clients, hated the very early excursions but didn’t complain too much because he loved the coffee and scones run they always made immediately after. So, her legs were even more toned now with her new weight gain, but she’d missed her walk the last three days since her sleep pattern had been interrupted. Not with nightmares each night, but sometimes even the worry of something on the horizon kept her awake.

When his fingers circled one ankle and he lifted it up from the bed, she slid her tongue over her bottom lip. Her moan came quick and went long as he inched his fingers down to massage her foot with both hands. His thumbs moved through the center, pressing up to the ball of her foot then roaming over her toes. He repeated that sequence until she felt like she was sinking deeper into the firm mattress. Seconds after that last moan she felt the heated moistness from his tongue as he eased first her big toe and then, one-by-one, the others into his mouth for a sexy kiss that had her taut nipples pressing against the warmth of the sheets.

By the time he’d repeated those motions with the other foot, her mouth was open as small pants escaped. She was still lying on her stomach, arms over her head on the pillow, her fingers clenching the case as he began moving up her body once more. This time he stopped to rub his palms over her ass, gripping each cheek until she moaned.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “So damn, beautiful.”

He loved her ass and her moans so she didn’t bother to ask which one he was referring to. His thumbs scraped along the crease of her ass and she sucked in a breath, anticipation simmering in the pit of her stomach. When his hands disappeared from her altogether, she almost complained, but knew that her patience—however, irritating—would be well worth it in the end.

Warm droplets fell onto her back again and she jerked. He created a path from the base of her neck down her spine. Oil dripped around her neck and down the crease of her ass and she sighed. His hands were on her again, working that oil into her back, grazing his knuckles down her spine until she was tempted to arch up off the bed. Then he switched to firm, even pressure with his palms, starting at her shoulders and moving down her back. He didn’t speak, but his steady breathing coaxed her and when he straddled her to continue the massage his thick erection bumped over her ass and her pussy pulsed.

“Ridge,” she whispered his name. Or maybe she whined, hell, she didn’t care. His touch was mesmerizing, his scent—his natural masculine aroma mixed with the soap he used and their combined growing arousal—was intoxicating.

He gave a raspy chuckle. “You hate waiting, don’t you?”

She pouted. “I hate wanting you and not being able to have you.”

He leaned down to where the side of her face rested on the pillow and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. “Oh, but you’re gonna have me, baby. You’re gonna have every fuckin’ inch of me.”

And she couldn’t wait. Was dying to feel his full length buried deep inside her because Ridge loved to go deep. He also loved to go slow. The combination was an attack on her senses that never failed to leave her breathless. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned as she anticipated that very moment.

Still straddled over her he rubbed his dick up and down the crack of her ass and she cursed. He also liked to tease the hell out of her.

“Now, you’re playing,” she said with a frown.

“Nah,” he said with a low growl. “I’m prepping you.”

And before she could manage a comeback retort, he gripped one of her cheeks, eased it away from the other and poured oil down her crease.

“Shiiiitt,” she hissed because she knew what was coming next.

His hard dick was no longer touching her, but the fingers he rubbed between her cheeks were. The fingers that paused at her hole and circled until she bucked back against him. He was definitely prepping her and dammit, she was ready.

“Ridge” she sighed his name again.

“Uh huh, baby, I know.” He pressed a finger into her and groaned. “I know.”

In the next seconds he leaned over her, putting his mouth to her ear, licking her lobe before he spoke. “You want it, baby?”

He pulled that one finger out of her and then pressed two very slippery ones back into her this time. “Tell me you want it.”

Always with permission. Ridge never did anything without her permission and she never thought to refuse it, to refuse him. How and when this uninhibited woman had come to occupy her body she had no idea, but she loved it. In fact, on most days it was the only part she loved about herself.

“I want it, Ridge,” she definitely whined this time. “Baby, I want it so bad.”

He eased his free hand around her waist, until it was pressed against her mound, then slipped between her folds to find her puckered clit. “I want to give it to you,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to give it all to you.”

She trembled as he nibbled along the line of her jaw until she moved her face a little more so their lips could meet. His tongue was instantly in her mouth, stroking fervently against hers, while his one finger circled her clit and the dual fingers of his other hand pumped in and out of her ass.

Heat soared through her body, from the tips of her toes, up to her scalp, her pussy ached and dripped with her desire, while his dick pressed heavily against her ass. The kiss went on forever and so did his touch, every touch. She was drowning, felt that familiar weightlessness of falling into the pit of pleasure where only he could take her. From behind, his fingers spread her wider, eased in and out of her faster and she pumped her ass back to meet him. The finger on her clit worked that nub until her thighs began to tremble, until her arms shook and her breath came in choppy pants. “Ridge,” she mumbled into his mouth, but he didn’t stop any of what he was doing.

Instead, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and went at her harder, played with her clit until her toes stiffened, worked his fingers in her ass until her eyes fluttered open and closed over and over again. “You know what I want, first, bae. Give it to me and I’ll give it to you.”

Again, she couldn’t have denied him even if she’d tried. The orgasm he demanded every time before giving her the dick was on its way and he fucking knew it. If there was one thing Ridge Donovan was not, it was humble about his sex. He knew he was good in bed, knew he gave more than enough pleasure, probably more than he received most times to her way of thinking. He was an expert at sexual pleasure, at least where she was concerned.

“Give it to me,” he growled and moved his mouth from hers to drop hot open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder. “Please, baby, I need it,” he whispered. “I need you.”

And with that she shattered, her body exploding with bliss as she cried out his name and came all over his hand. He cupped her pussy and moaned. “Yessss, baby. Yess!”

She was barely over the crest of ecstasy when he eased his hands from her ass and replaced them with the head of his shaft. Thick and hard he pressed into her rear and she moaned even as she spread her legs wider. Her fingers tore at the pillowcases now as his girth stretched her farther, a new wave of pleasure easing through her. “Ahhhhh,” she cried out as he eased into her inch by delicious inch.

“You always take this dick so well,” he murmured making her already tight nipples harden to an almost painful peak. “So, fuckin’ well.”

He filled her, almost to the hilt and she closed her eyes to the heat of the tears now forming. Unlike the tears of fear and frustration that had fallen a while ago after her nightmare, these tears were of joy, of pleasure, of a new normal that she’d been struggling so hard to accept. This was so good, this feeling of Ridge filling her in this way. The rasp of his breath over her skin, the feeling of his other hand moving over her wet folds once more. It was the best feeling ever, only to be rivalled by the love she knew accompanied each stroke, each whisper, every moan. He enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed him, in and out of bed. Talaya knew this for a fact. There were no doubts where this man was concerned, no wondering if everything he did was for her sole pleasure. She knew and she cherished because she had no idea how long it would last.

His hands moved to her hip then as he pulled her up to her knees, keeping his dick buried inside her. The trajectory was different, the feeling more intense, fuller, stretching her just a bit wider.

“Fuck!” he roared as he came up on his knees behind her and began to rock in and out of her with a deeper, faster rhythm.

Her face was still down on the bed, her back arched so that her ass was in the air for his taking. She eased a hand up to her pussy, alternating between rubbing her clit and dipping her fingers deep inside her center. She was still so wet and he was still so hard, together they created a smacking sound that echoed throughout the room. He kept his hands on her hips, holding her still while he pounded into her.

“Talaya,” he said her name in a strained voice. “Fuck! Talaya!” He repeated her name while his dick moved in and out of her and her fingers moved in and out of her pussy.

She felt it building again, that blustering storm of pleasure that she craved, pushing her up that hill toward total bliss. She cried out as she climbed and slammed her fingers into her dripping pussy. She needed this release so badly, wanted it with every ounce of her being, wanted him with her entire soul. “Ridge!” she screamed.

He pumped faster, the feel of his balls slapping against her pussy and subsequently her fingers, caused her thighs to tremble.

“Dammit, Tee! Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled and pounded into her once, then twice more before growling his release.

She loved that sound almost as much as the knowledge that he was releasing deep inside her, joining her in a way she never imagined being joined with anyone.

“Damn, I love you,” he whispered when he fell over her, biting the nape of her neck, then deeply inhaling the skin there. “I love the hell out of you.”

Easing her sticky fingers from between her legs, she tried to catch her breath, but managed to whisper, “I love you right back.”