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“Oh God, I want to,” she murmurs, and she sounds lost in pleasure. Absolutely lost, with no interest in being found.
All I want is her bliss.
Her happiness. Her joy.
Because she’s the woman I’ve been dreaming of.
She’s the inevitable.
That’s the trouble. As she fucks me, and I fuck her back, I’m both caught up in the moment and keenly aware that time is slipping away. That my chance with Ruby is ending any day.
That this is more than friends with benefits.
So much more.
But I let all those feelings fade away as Ruby rides me to the edge, crying out, babbling and panting and calling my name as she comes once again on me.
Her whole body trembles, and that’s all I need to chase her and fall with her.
Seems that’s what I’ve been doing since we started this thing.
Falling into her.
15
RUBY
I wake feeling bubbly and delicious and open my eyes, grinning up at an unfamiliar ceiling fan.
For a beat, I’m not sure where I am, but then I turn my head to see the gorgeous man asleep on the pillow beside me and it all comes rushing back—the kissing, the best sex in the history of sex, and falling asleep in Jesse’s arms, finally understanding why people are obsessed with getting it on.
I’ve always enjoyed sex, don’t get me wrong, but last night was next-level nookie.
A ground-breaking, earth-shattering, paradigm-shifting, angels-singing-the-hallelujah-orgasm-chorus experience that has left me forever changed.
And so giddy it’s ridiculous.
I bite my lip, stifling the celebratory sound rising in my throat. Squealing Jesse awake isn’t the way I want to start our “morning after” together. I’d much rather surprise him with French toast and coffee in bed and get creative with the maple syrup after.
The thought of licking maple syrup from Jesse’s lips before dribbling it over more intimate places—his cock is by far the best cock in the history of cocks, and I will be drawing racy pictures of it at my first opportunity—is almost enough to get me out of bed. But the covers are so soft, and the cool air from the fan puffing against my face is so soothing, and Jesse is so pretty when he’s sleeping.
So, so pretty . . .
I curl my arm under my head, soaking in every detail of his full lips, the thick eyelashes fanned out over his tan cheeks, the tousled hair falling over his forehead, and I decide I’ll paint him like this too.
I’m reaching out to tuck a rogue lock behind his ear when his eyes suddenly open wide and he whispers, “Boo,” making my heart jerk in my chest as I start to laugh.
“Shoot, you scared me,” I say in a rush, giggling as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close, making my nipples tighten through the old T-shirt of his I threw on to sleep in. “How long have you been awake?”
“A while,” he says, reaching down to cup my ass through my panties with a happy rumble low in his throat. “I was watching you sleep first and thinking about waking you up, but it was only five thirty, so . . .”
“You can wake me at five thirty,” I say, but I bring my hand to hover in front of my mouth as he leans his face closer to mine. “But no kissing with my morning sex. Not unless I get to brush first.”
He makes a scoffing sound as his fingers slip beneath the elastic of my panties. “No kissing at all?” He traces a gentle line from my already wet center to my clit, making my breath catch and a wave of desire jolt to life in me. “What about here?” he adds in a sexy voice that contributes to my undoing. “Because I’m all about you coming on my mouth first thing in the morning.”
I make a sound somewhere between a sigh of approval and a whimper of longing, and Jesse is immediately on the move.
Before I have time to add that I’d love to get my mouth on certain parts of him—preferably with syrup involved—his hands are at the bottom of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my head. I emerge from the fabric, shoving my hair from my face in time to see Jesse hooking his long fingers into the top of my panties and drawing them down my legs.
He looks up at me from the bottom of the bed, the hunger in his gaze as he presses a kiss to my ankle making my heart swoop and my stomach bottom out.
Good Lord, he’s sexy.
The sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Spread your legs,” he murmurs against my skin as he kisses his way to my knee, sending shivers of arousal to every inch of my body. “I want to see you.”
I obey, holding his gaze as I draw my thighs apart, biting my lip as his eyes go dark.
