Page 50 of Love's a Script
“Ruben, I?—”
“I know, I’ll run the outside of the container under warm water and?—”
“Ruben.”
“Yup?” he said, reluctantly meeting her gaze.
“I’ve missed our night calls,” she said, her voice soft.
He nodded and replied just as softly, “Me too.”
Time changed rhythm then, slowed down. Tension accumulated, building and filling the gap between them. It might’ve dissipated if either of them had had the sense to look away, but they soon reached a point where they were too far gone. They rushed into each other’s arms, their lips finally meeting.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Clothing was removed between passionate kisses, tossed over shoulders and kicked to the side until they stood only in their underwear. Ruben’s hands wandered over Mary, brushing the soft flesh of her arms, stomach, hips.
“Mary,” he rasped against her mouth to assure himself this was all real, that she was here. Her touch roused a fire that urged him to get her to his room. When they arrived at the foot of his bed, he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders and bent to kiss her throat, her breastbone. There, he felt her heart fiercely beat against his lips. He unfastened her bra and let it fall to marvel at how she fit in his hands. He thumbed her perfect nipples—shades darker than her sepia skin—into stiff, wanting points.
Again, he breathed her name. Her fingers found purchase in his short curls when he drew her nipple into his mouth and fondled her thighs. Her moans cascaded over his head. He wasn’t sure how long he spent adoring her before she pushed at his shoulders.
At first, he thought she was pulling away, that she’d had a change of heart, but her molten gaze said differently. She fell backward onto his bed but stayed him with a hand. While looking up at him, she shifted until she was lying on her forearms in the middle of the mattress with her legs bent and her knees slightly open.
“Stroke yourself,” she said, her voice breathy, husky.
Ruben didn’t think he’d heard her correctly until uncertainty clouded her eyes. He quickly released his erection from his boxer briefs, and her eyes flared as he licked his palm and gave himself a languid pull. He couldn’t have known how affecting it was to watch someone watch him, but his dick grew harder under her study.
“Slowly,” she whispered, her focus still on him as one of her hands disappeared down the front of her underwear. Her honey hair was tousled around her face, her lips parted on shaky breaths.
All intelligible thoughts scattered into a useless pile, and he propped one of his legs onto the edge of the bed to better twist and draw his hand up and down his shaft.
“Take those off,” he said of her panties.
“Ask nicely.”
Something jostled in his chest with the gentle command. “Let me see you, love.”
She shook her head slowly.
“You teasing me?” he asked.
She gave him a lazy smile, and her lids fell to half-mast as the small circles she made over her sensitive bud increased in speed. He wanted to do that for her. He wanted to get her off. “Can’t wait to feel you,” he told her, tightening his grip around his dick, imagining it was her.
“Maybe this is all I want to do,” she said.
He smiled, slowing his stroke. “You sure? I’ll do a better job than your fingers.”
“Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper now.
“I’ll start with my mouth, get you all nice and?—”
“Okay, do it,” she said desperately, and it was as if a starting pistol went off. Ruben dropped to his knees and pulled Mary by her hips to the edge of the bed where, with hurried hands, he removed her underwear.
She was already so wet, so supple, and when he buried his face against her, he had to force himself to take his time. He breathed her in, tasted her, dragging his lips all over her.
“Ruben,” she moaned, pressing up toward him.
He drew back to view the perfection her arousal and his mouth had created. “Stunning.”
