Revealing Ruby (Bound and Determined #1.5)(19)

Soon.

Very soon.

But not yet. There were things to do first.

He inhaled deeply. Lavender. Soap. Woman. Did it get better than this?

He turned his face to the side, feeling the velvet of her skin beneath his cheek. He nuzzled her damp flesh before parting his lips to taste. Delicious. Salty and sweet. Honey and sweat.

Turning his face farther, he licked, laved, sucked. He wanted more, needed more.

His lips found her right nipple through the damp linen. He moved, pulling her closer, flicking his tongue across the turgid peak, dragging the rough cloth along her tender flesh. She cried out softly, her chest arching toward him. He licked again, increasing the pressure.

Another moan.

And another.

He brought his lips about the peak, circling her, sucking deep before bringing his lips tight. His hand rose to move over the other breast, flicking at the tip, and then pinching, drawing it long.

Her noises grew jumbled, incoherent, soft moans and murmurs that made his cock jump.

He needed to be in her.

Now.

He pulled his head back. She groaned in protest. He pinched her other nipple hard in answer.

Then he slid both hands to her waist, drawing up her chemise as he went, until it hovered above the joining of her legs, her golden curls peeking out below.

The image before him caught him, held him. Blue eyes blurred with passion beneath damp blond ringlets. Long slender neck, leading to delicate collarbones. The thin straps of lace-edged linen holding her chemise over those breasts. The turgid nipples pressing forward, inviting. The pink aureolas hidden and revealed in the same moment. The slight indent of navel in the middle of that gently curved stomach. The lower edge of lace on the chemise above her parted thighs, the water lapping about them, the damp pink of her folds, glinting through pale curls, just visible between. And his cock rising hard and firm at the center of it all, reaching, lusting.

He didn’t normally admire himself, but as part of this picture, it was right, so right.

He slid his fingers lower, while taking care to hold the linen up. He wanted to see. Everything. His thumbs slid forward until he could spread her lips, revealing her womanly core. His cock stretched high, seeking her warmth.

She was so beautiful, everything a man could want.

He swallowed hard.

She shifted in his hands and he raised his eyes to hers. Her eyes were steady now, thought and reason had returned, although her pupils were still dark with desire. Her gaze shifted down, staring at his swollen shaft. Her small teeth bit down upon a lush lower lip. With clear determination she angled her hips forward and then slowly began to lower herself, to impale herself upon him.

As the tip of his cock grazed her curls, she bit down harder upon her lip, her brow tensed in concentration.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she sank down, surrounding him, so hot, so moist. He could feel her stretch, her inner muscles straining to accept him, as she sank lower and lower.

And then she rose, still slowly, a soft tease, her quim sucking at him, refusing to let him go.

Then down again. His hands moved to her hips, urging her to increase the pace.

He was in heaven and yet he needed more.

She resisted for a moment and then gave in, her head falling back.

Keeping one hand on her hip, he raised the other to her breasts, caressing the soft curves and firm nipples. Her whole body shivered as he suddenly pinched tight, her cuny contracting about him.

He thought his eyes would roll back in his head it felt so good.

—

God, she’d thought to find control and power by taking over, and instead she was lost again. The feel of him inside was exquisite and the added feel of his hands on her breasts…every time he pinched it shot straight to her clit. It was rare for her to come twice in a night and now she might twice within five minutes.

What was it about this man?

And then thought was lost as she gave in to the rhythm. His hand on her hip guided her up and down, up and down. Down. Up. Up and down. The beat changed and changed again, teasing her until her belly tightened and the feelings grew so intense that she would explode—but then not. A change of pace, a change of pattern, and she was back at the beginning, only not, because she never loosened, it just grew and grew.

Damn. She was not going to give in this easily.

Locking her legs tight, she brought her head up again until she was eye to eye with him, or at least eye to chin. She glanced up and caught his hooded gaze, looked deep into those dark orbs. No, he was not in control either.

She held herself just at the tip of his arousal, seeing lines of need strain his face.

Lowering herself an inch, she watched the play of pleasure upon his face, the spread of lips, the inhale of breath, the dilation of pupils. She lowered herself slightly, clenching her inner muscles until they gripped him hard. She slid farther, eased up. Clenched again. Shifting her hips slightly she angled forward until he rubbed against that magic spot he’d hit with his finger. There. Just there. How had she never found that before?

She tightened again, pressing him hard against the front of her channel.

God, that was good. She slid up and down, finding her own pattern, her own music, but watching his face for every nuance of desire. Yes, he liked that. She sped up. He liked that even more. Fast. Tight. Fast. Tight. Stop. Hold. Hold. God, it was hard, when all she wanted was to sink down hard, again and again, until she couldn’t take it a moment more.

She saw him swallow, watched his breath catch. He was fighting it too, now. She picked up the pace again, slammed herself hard against him, feeling every nerve in her body alight.