We kissed and we kissed and we kissed, ravishing each other’s mouths, our groans vibrating into each other like the low hum of a bass beat.
A few moments later, he broke the kiss, panting. “I need you. I want you so much, Ruby.”
“I want you too.”
I didn’t regret the words that tumbled out of my mouth. In fact, I rejoiced in them. I hadn’t lost my nerve.
“I mean,” he said, “I want you. I want to…make love to you.”
“I want that too.”
He arched his eyebrows. “Are you sure? If we do this, we can’t take it back.”
I cupped his cheeks, the dark stubble rough beneath my fingers. “I don’t want to take it back. There was a time in my life that I didn’t think I’d ever want to do this with anyone. I do now, with you. I’m not asking for anything past tonight, and I promise I won’t have any regrets. Please, Ryan. Make love to me.”
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Do you want to go back to the house?”
“No, I want to make love here. Under the stars. In the same cabana where you showed me an orgasm last night. I want to treasure this moment, remember it always.”
“That sounds amazing, baby.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the cabana where we had been last night. Luckily, it was vacant. “You tell me what you need,” he said. “We’ll go as slow as you need to go.”
“Don’t be so focused on me. This is for both of us.” I meant that, with all my heart. This would be a first for me, but in my soul of souls I hoped that some part of it would be a first for him as well. I yearned to give him something he would remember forever.
“I want to undress you, baby. I want to unwrap you, like a beautiful gift to be savored.”
I was still wearing the dress I had worn to the wedding. He caressed my shoulder, gently pushing the strap over my skin. He repeated the action on the other side, and the dress fell to my waist, baring my breasts. My nipples stuck out, hard and dark, ready to be kissed, sucked—whatever he wanted to do to them.
He thumbed them gently. “So beautiful, baby.”
Though apprehension filled me, shakily I reached forward and unbuttoned his white shirt. With each inch of tan skin exposed, my heart beat faster.
Ryan Steel was so beautiful, so perfect and magnificent. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined someone like him would want me.
I touched my fingers to his chest, so warm, and then brushed the shirt over his shoulders so it fell into a white heap on the floor. His erection tented his white pants.
His cock. I had seen it before, had touched it, had made him come.
He was large. This might hurt. I had thought about that. But the first time would no doubt hurt anyway, and if I was going to do this, I wanted it to be with Ryan.
I bit back my fear and apprehension and surged forward. Gathering my courage, I trailed my hand downward and grasped the bulge in his pants.
“God,” he groaned.
He slid his hands down my waist to my hips, where he pushed the silk of my dress over them. It landed in a tousled blue circle around my feet.
I stood, bared to hi
m except for my blue lace panties.
“Wow,” he said. “You and lace? Definitely nice.”
I scrunched my toes into the straw mat covering the sand inside the cabana, determined not to let my nerves scare me. He’d seen me naked several times before, but this time we were definitely heading somewhere.
I throbbed between my legs. I was wet. I could already feel it.
I inhaled a deep breath and moved forward. I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and then brushed them over his hips until he was now standing in a puddle of white. His cock sprang out at me.
“Commando?” I said. “You went to a wedding commando?”