Twelve
Karrie
There was a squeak of surprise, followed by a moan, both of which I think came from me, but I was too swept up to care.
Because … Oh. My. God. I’m kissing Ridge and it is freaking amazing.
His palm on my hip felt like a brand, hot and heavy and searing through my dress. Then, there was the hand that was currently fisted in my hair, tugging just enough so that I knew it was there, and inexplicably driving me over the edge.
Drake had never squeezed, pulled, or bit anything, and as Ridge’s teeth grazed my lower lip, I found all three actions really, really got my engines revved.
In fact, I lost all awareness of our surroundings and was seconds away from climbing him like the rope in gym class when he released me and stepped away.
“Gah,” was the sound that came out of my m
