Revealing Ruby (Bound and Determined #1.5)(21)

So why was she dithering and acting like a schoolgirl now? At least she didn’t think he could tell how undecided she was. He’d certainly acted with such assurance that he could have no questions about how the rest of the evening should proceed.

Well, if he didn’t, she wouldn’t either. She’d made her decision when she’d slipped down the stairs.

So how would Madame Rouge act in this moment? Perhaps her mistake had been in trying to be Emma. She wasn’t even sure who Emma was anymore. Emma was trapped at the age of nineteen, still waiting for her father’s approval, still waiting for any man’s approval.

Perhaps that was the draw of the captain. She sensed she would never have his approval and therefore there was no reason to work for it.

So what would Madame Rouge do? What should she do?

That was easy. Madame Rouge would enjoy, enjoy every moment, every second, every minute.

And so would she.

With a slight tilt of chin, she moved her face back far enough to lay a soft, and then not so soft, kiss upon his chest. His small brown nipple puckered beneath her touch and with a delighted smirk, she captured the button between her lips and sucked hard. He halted mid-step with a sharp intake of breath.

“Hell.” The word slipped from under his breath, so quiet it was hard to be sure it had been said.

She sucked harder, adding the gentlest nip of teeth.

He moved again, taking the few remaining steps two at a time. How strong was the man? He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a child and now he moved as if he carried no burden at all.

They were through the door and into the white chamber before she could even understand how he’d juggled her; he’d opened the door, and slammed it behind.

Expecting to be deposited on her feet beside the great bed, she was surprised to discover herself flung down onto the bed, the towel stripped away as she fell. She landed facedown, her nose buried in the thick comforter. She started to turn, but his hands were on her hips, holding her firmly in place. Pushing against him, she tried harder to move.

A quick swat on her behind, and with a huff she settled. In a moment she’d try again.

But then he was pulling her along the bed, so that her ass lay there right at the edge, her legs draped over the side so that her toes would have touched the floor if the bed had not been so high.

He couldn’t be ready again so fast, could he?

Oh, he definitely could. There was no mistaking what was pressing between the cheeks of her behind.





Chapter Seven


A good quick f*ck, or two, or three. That was what he liked, what he’d always liked.

And was there a better opportunity for it than this? The thought hadn’t fully formed when he’d tossed Ruby onto the bed, but how would a man resist the sight of two such perfect globes, warm and fresh and oh so available?

She tried to twist away, but Derek placed a firm hand on each cheek, and gave a gentle squeeze.

His cock had already weighed in that it was more than ready for another go, swelling fast and heavy against his thigh. Stepping between her legs, he spread them wide.

She was so pretty, all soft and pink between the gentle curls. He traced a finger down the cleft between her cheeks, running quickly over the ridges of her nether hole, before delving again into the sweetness of her cuny. She shivered and shook as his touch moved over her.

And she was ready too. Sometimes it was hard to tell with women, but there was no mistaking either her movements or the sleek dampness that coated his fingers.

Widening his stance, he positioned himself at her entrance, waited a moment to see if she would show any resistance, and then sank into her. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, it felt so good.

Hands still gripping her ass tight, he pushed as far as he could and then pulled back, stopping just before sliding free.

Normally, he liked it hard and fast, but given his recent activity, now he wanted to relish each moment of pleasure, the warm, muscled walls fisting around him, the slide of velvet flesh and heat.

She moaned slightly as he pulled back again, her buttocks rising from the bed, wanting more. Her inner muscles pulled at him, trying to draw him back in.

And who was he to deny a lady? He pushed forward again, and again.

Faster. Harder.

He felt her tighten against him, and then again.

Ruby’s head lifted from the mattress, and a gravelly moan of pleasure escaped her.

He angled himself lower, rubbing hard against the lush fullness of her front wall, aiming for that spot that seemed to escalate a woman’s desire. He might be honest enough to admit he was mostly in this for his own pleasure, but he’d always found that the more he worked on pleasing his partner the greater his own satisfaction.

It was getting hard to think. Every time her muscles closed about him another portion of his brain moved into his cock. Soon all he’d know was sensation and then release—and he couldn’t say that he minded at all.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Derek sank into sensation. Pleasure grew and grew, his world tightening until all he knew was the feel of Ruby, the smell of Ruby, the tiny moans escaping her lips.

He opened his eyes and stared down at the vision before him, curved hips, halo of golden curls, and that skin, that wondrous creamy skin.

He pressed forward again until his ballocks slapped against her flesh.

It wouldn’t be much longer now.

Again.