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She bit her lip. “Seems mutual.”
“That it does.” He flipped open the catch at the front of her bra, pulling it back and off, along with her blouse.
She reached for his shirt, pulling it up as he moved his arms to help her.
He took her hands then, holding her arms wide to look at her. His eyes looked soft brown in the darkened room. “You are one hell of a woman, Ruth Colbert, if I do say so myself.”
His body was silver in the pale moonlight. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him—the smooth muscles of his chest, with the slight dusting of dark hair, the dark arrow moving down from his navel to the rest of him, still hidden by his jeans. She wanted to strip him naked, to see him whole, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Not yet, anyway.
He slipped his thumbs through the belt loops on her jeans, pulling her toward him until her breasts were pressed against the warm wall of his chest. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, taking her lips in a hungry kiss that made her dizzy all over again.
Without thinking, she moved her hands to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, then pulling down until she felt the swell of his arousal against her belly. He pushed his jeans to the floor, kicking them out of the way.
“Now you.” He made fast work of the button and zipper, pulling her jeans below her hips so she could push them off herself.
She leaned against him again, resting her forehead on his shoulder, feeling his cock pulse against her.
This is it, kid. This is going to happen.
Hallelujah. She took a deep breath and reached for him.
…
Liam had been trying to force his addled brain to slow down. It was true that Ruth had suggested they move to the bedroom without any particular pressure on his part. But he didn’t want to fall upon her like some ravening beast. Surely he had a little more control than that.
Surely he did.
He was just about to turn her toward the bed when her fingers tightened around his cock. Immediately, she had his full attention.
One hand moved slowly up and down the shaft, tightening ever so slightly as she did. The other hand cupped his sac, squeezing in time with the movement on his cock.
He tried desperately to run through anything that would take his mind off the immediate sensation in his groin. He had a feeling he might lose it if he didn’t. He didn’t try the Gettysburg Address this time, but the recipe for saison helped him hold out for a few minutes. It wasn’t going to work for long.
“Sweet Jesus, that feels good,” he muttered, moving his hands to her belly and down. He rubbed his thumbs along the soft skin at the joining of her legs and her body. His own body was rapidly approaching the point of no return. He slid his fingers into the warmth of her folds, one finger moving into her opening while his thumb flicked across her clit.
Ruth gasped, her body tightening around him. She leaned forward until her forehead touched his chest, her hands dropping away from his arousal. It was a good time to move to the bed, but he wanted to feel her come apart in his hands, to see her step off into the void as he held her.
Her body tightened again, and he pulled his head back, staring down as her luminous dark eyes began to close. “No. Watch me. Watch as it happens.”
Her breath caught, and then she was convulsing against him, whimpering as the climax took her. Another moment and he pulled her hips tight, leaning forward to smell the slight vanilla fragrance of her hair.
“Okay?” The question seemed needless, but he had to ask.
She shook her head. “No. I want you inside me. Now.”
His body immediately returned to high alert. He took hold of her hips, pulling her up so that her legs wrapped around him, then turned to the bed. It was only a couple of feet, but it seemed to take a lot longer to stumble there than it should have.
He fumbled in the drawer of his nightstand, too aroused to be even slightly suave. She pulled the condom from his trembling fingers, tearing open the foil packet and positioning it over him.
He closed his eyes. The recipe for saison definitely wouldn’t be enough distraction at the rate they were going. The Gettysburg Address was out of the question.
“Watch me.” She grinned. “I want to watch your face when you come.”
