Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
I expect her to deny me, but she doesn't. She puts her hands around the base of my neck. "But we can still kiss, right?"
I laugh and smile widely at her. "Yeah, honey, we can still kiss," I murmur before I dip my head and press my lips to hers. These next few days are going to be the best days of my life, I just know it.
Chapter 8
Ruby
For the last two and a half days, Austin has done his best to woo me. Dinner, dancing, and walks along the beach. He has spent every second with me from the time I get up, usually surprising me with breakfast and then until I go to sleep at night.
The kisses have continued, but I want more. I’ve learned that Austin is very disciplined. He said kisses, and that’s what he meant. That’s why I’ve invited him to my room before the rehearsal dinner. He’s not going, and it will be weird not having him with me. Already, I’m accustomed to being with him. I don’t know what I’ll do on Monday when I leave.
I shake my head, trying to clear out the sad thoughts. I can’t think about Monday and leaving Austin.
I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I stare at my red hair that is in curls down my back. My face is still makeup free, and I have an hour to get downstairs. I grab two dresses off the hook and open the bathroom door.
I put the most innocent look on my face and walk out in nothing but my bra and panties, with the outfits hanging from my finger. “All right, so which do you think?” I hold up one outfit. “Slutty black dress?” and then I hold up the other. “Or the blue one?”
I look at him, expecting an answer, but what I see stops me in my tracks. Even from across the room, his gaze is boring into me. I toss the outfits onto the chair. “Or I can go like this and shock them all,” I say with a laugh, pointing at my matching black panties and bra.
He’s up and across the room in an instant. His hands go to my hips, and his fingers run across the soft, satiny material of my panties. His breathing is heavy as his chest falls and expands with each intake of breath. “No to the slutty dress and definitely no to the bra and panties. Unless you want me to gouge out the eyes of every man that looks at you.”
My hands go up to his chest and circle around his neck. “Ooh, possessive, I like it.”
His hands stroke up my back. “You’re not playing fair, Ruby.”
I press into him, loving the feel of his big, hard body against mine. “No, what’s not fair is wanting you and not having you. That’s not fair.”
I don’t even try to keep the pout off my face. These last couple of days have been perfect in most ways but tortuous in others.
He brushes his hand across my hair and tips my chin up so I’m looking right at him. “You need me to take the edge off, baby?”
I bite on to my lower lip in anticipation, and he continues. “I think it’s only right, Ruby.” His hand goes down my side, to my hip, and then rolls around to my front and cups my pussy. “Since I’m not going with you, if I make you come, will you be thinking of me as you walk through the rehearsals and have your dinner?”
I moan as he presses his thick finger against the wet spot of my panties. My hips flex toward him, pushing myself into his hand. He continues stroking me, and I grip his arms in my hands, already close to orgasm.
He stops, and a moan of denial escapes me before he puts one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees and lifts me up. His eyes are on me the whole time he walks toward the bed, and then he lays me gently across it.
He stands up, staring down at me hungrily. His fingers dip into each side of my panties, and he pulls them down my hips and legs and drops them to the floor at his feet. “Know what’s fair, baby? Having you on my tongue before you go. It’s only right that I get to eat too, and there’s only one thing I want.”
I suck in a deep, strangled breath. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah.” He reaches between my legs, stroking through my wet, swollen folds. My feet hit the mattress, and I push my lower body into his hand. He leans down, and when his mouth covers me, he moans as if he’s savoring me. His tongue and lips are relentless, bringing me to the edge and then stopping. Each time, he gets me closer, and I’m pulling his hair, lifting my hips, practically begging him for it.