Soft, pouty lips. Sweet, hungry mouth. Sexy little moan. It was as familiar and exhilarating as watching the sunrise after a nightlong storm, the kind that made the single-pane windows in the cheap apartment he’d grown up in rattle like they’d shatter at any moment. He could experience this kiss a million times, and each time would be as thrilling as the first. She parted her lips, and he deepened the kiss, plunging inside and claiming her as if he had the right to. Touching her was bliss and agony and something he’d never even dreamed about, but it wasn’t enough. He needed all of her.
Never breaking their connection, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her down with him as he dropped to the bed so she landed astride him. He threaded the fingers of one hand into her thick hair, pulling her closer even though there wasn’t a centimeter of sunlight that could have gotten between them at the moment.
She undulated against him, rubbing her damp core against his hard cock. Pleasure streaked through his body, making him as hard as she was soft. It would have been heaven if it weren’t for all the clothing between him and her silky skin.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips across her jaw until he got to that soft spot behind her ear t
hat made her entire body tremble. “Damn, I love it when you do that.”
“Makes two of us,” she said in a languorous purr as she turned her head enough for him to get a better angle.
He sucked her earlobe, raking his teeth across the sensitive flesh as he did so and grabbed her skirt-covered ass in his hands, holding her hard against him as she rocked her hips.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, the rest of the world obliterated by the sensation threatening to overwhelm him.
She had the audacity to chuckle. “Yes please.”
Smart mouth. Oh yes, she had one, and it made him hard as fucking concrete. But if she still had enough thinking power to make smart-ass remarks, then he wasn’t getting the job done. He dragged his hands up from the full globes of her ass to her waist, and before she had a chance to realize his intent, flipped her onto her back, and then he got up from the bed.
The sight knocked him stupid. There she was on the bed with her kiss-swollen lips, wild rainbow-colored hair spread out over the duvet, and her skirt hiked up to mid-thigh showing off her mouth-watering long legs, and he forgot his own name.
“Are you just going to look?” she teased, tugging her skirt high enough that he got a good view of the bright-blue silk panties covering his favorite place in the known universe.
God, she was killing him, and he’d never been so happy about the possibility of death. “Your clothes have got to go.”
One eyebrow shot up. “Only mine?”
“Such a smart mouth.” He took out his wallet, pulled a condom out of it, and tossed it onto the bedside table.
“And you love it.” She shimmied out of her skirt and made quick work of whipping off her shirt.
Love. Ruby. His fingers flubbed on his shirt’s first button as the truth slammed through him like a steel battering ram against a wall of dried-out twigs. As asinine as it was, he’d gone and done the one thing he swore to himself he would never do, especially not with her. He’d fallen for the girl he could never have. Before he could say anything, even if he’d had the vocabulary to do so, she rose up on her knees on the bed and went to work on his belt.
…
Ruby ached with need, every nerve ending tingling and desperate for Lucas’s touch. Her core clenched as she lowered the zipper of his pants, slow enough to elicit a tortured groan from him. Good. This was how she wanted him, as lost in desire as she was.
Finally, when she couldn’t stand to wait any longer, she pushed his pants down and took the long, thick length of him in her hand. Pressing her thumb against the sensitive spot right under the head, she leaned forward and lapped up the glistening drop of pre-come on the swollen tip. She looked up at him as she slowly slid her tongue over her lips, spreading that first taste of him.
“Ruby.”
God, she loved the sound of her name coming from his mouth. Instead of answering, though, she went back to his cock, taking him inside her mouth and curling her tongue around his width as she sucked him deeper. Tasting him, stroking him with her tongue. Taking him as far as she could, even with one hand wrapped around the base of him and the other cupping his balls.
It shouldn’t be this good. He wasn’t even touching her. Still, she was slick with desire, and the demanding ache she’d had a few moments ago had grown to an undeniable need. She sat back and let him slip from her mouth.
“I need you,” she said, stroking her hand up and down his now wet shaft before giving it a quick kiss.
“Lucky for you.” He kicked off his shoes and took off his pants and underwear in one downward sweep. He reached behind his neck and tugged his shirt over his head, not even bothering to unbutton it all the way. “I’m here to serve.”
Thank God for big favors.
“Lie back on the bed.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order delivered in a rough timbre that made her nipples pucker—and judging by the bad-boy smirk on his face, he knew exactly the effect he was having on her. Not doing it wasn’t an option she even wanted to consider. Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give him a little bit of sass back.
She sat back on her heels then tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra.
His cock jerked in response to her teasing act of defiance. “You’re not following orders.”