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“This is mine,” Ruby said, opening the door furthest along the hall once we climbed the stairs.
Her bedroom was filled with natural light, with a large window on each wall. There was even an old-school bay window that Ruby had transformed into a reading nook – something she’d spoken about having ever since she was a kid.
Her bed was covered in a mint green quilt cover, with lilac pillowcases and linen. Towering behind it was the headboard of all headboards, the white fabric making it seem more like an oversized pillow than anything else.
There were countless scented candles on the dresser, which made the room smell amazing. Though even with all of them, the most distinct scent I picked up belonged to Ruby. It was the same smell she left on my bed after she spent the night, or whenever she borrowed one of my hoodies.
I set my bag down on a fluffy, white ottoman. “I like your bedroom here. It’s very you.”
She arched an eyebrow. “My bedroom at home isn’t?”
“Not anymore. It’s high school Ruby.”
“And I’m not the same Ruby?”
“Nah. High school Ruby wouldn’t let me do this.”
I reached for her wrist, pulling her to my chest and lowering my mouth over hers. She didn’t put up a fight. Her fingers threaded through my hair, anchoring me closer as though she’d been holding out for this too.
I backed us up until we were tumbling onto her soft bed. Ruby sank into the mattress as I dropped over her, my arms landing on either side of her head.
As she angled her leg over my lower back, raising her hips to meet mine, my hardening erection collided with the sensitive area between her thighs, seeming to surprise us both. Why the fuck had I thought it was a good idea wearing jeans when I’d gone this long without seeing her?
No matter how much I tried playing it cool around her, I couldn’t. The anticipation and curiosity about being with her was driving me wild. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted another girl – hell, more than I’d ever wantedanything.
Our hips steadily began rocking against each other until we were dry humping like teenagers. Ruby needily whimpered as she found a satisfying friction, tightening her leg over me to keep the position the same.
As much as I’d fantasised about getting her naked my entire flight here, this was just as good. It was rabid and desperate, and it made me realise Ruby wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I patiently allowed her to adjust the angle until she was panting breathily. I could feel her urgency in the way she moved. It was driving me wild.
With my mouth fused to hers, I reached between us to squeeze her breasts over her scrubs. She immediately arched into my palm, as though she’d been hoping I’d do exactly that.
My dick was throbbing from the foreplay, the zipper of my jeans working overtime. It was so close to the spot it wanted to be. Take the layers of clothes between us away, and I’d currently be fucking Ruby senseless.
“I’m really gladthisRuby lets me do this,” I growled, tearing my mouth off hers so I could kiss her exposed throat.
Her pulse raced beneath her skin, erratic and overwhelmed. As my tongue darted along her warm neck, her legs began to quiver.
This felt so innocently first-base, and yet somehow, it was also one of the hottest things I’d ever been a part of.
With a moan, Ruby’s hips jarred off the bed suddenly, as if surprised by the orgasm flowing through her. With fevered pants she trembled against me, her fingertips searching for my chin to pull my mouth back to hers.
I was finding it impossible to imagine a time when this intense attraction didn’t exist between us. I had no idea how a desire like this was ever meant to fade. Everything we did seemed to only make me want her more.
With lusty eyes, she smiled up at me, her cheeks adorably flushed. “That was unexpected.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, easing back slightly to give her room to catch her breath.
Her attention fell to the unmissable bulge in my jeans. Even if she hadn’t seen it, she knew it was there considering she’d just used it to get herself off.
Pulling her lip between her teeth, she dropped her glasses on the bed before pushing onto her elbows. “I don’t want to leave you hanging, Wheels, but I need to shower. I was in surgery for six hours and I feel gross and icky.”
“It’s fine, Rubz. Just promise me you’ll put the scrubs back on later for some nurse-patient role play.”
Judging by the subtle furrow of her brows, I got the feeling I’d said the wrong thing. I hadn’t meant to plant any expectations in her mind. Hell, if nothing happened beyond the dry humping, I was still going home very fucking happy.
While I was more than ready to fully be with Ruby, I wasn’t the one going through a breakup, or sleeping with someone new for the first time in however long. I understood she had reservations, and I was willing to wait for her – however long it took.
