Page 52 of A Tempting Seduction

“I’ve got you.”

She twisted her head and hid her face in the crook of my shoulder, as if my intimate touches were too much for her to bear. As if she needed to hide from the intimacy. But if she thought what I was doing now was something, she’d better hold onto her hat, because I had much bigger things in store for her.

A few more times, I circled her needy bud with my thumb, then I moved one finger and found the entry to her channel and slowly slid inside.

Goodness, she’s tight.

“Ford!”

“Yep, it’s still me.” I smiled through gritted teeth. I was barely hanging on. Having Ruby lying beside me on this couch, her dress tangled above her waist, my hand between her legs and her making those beautiful sounds of need, was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Move.”

I stopped moving my hand.

Did she want me to get up off her sofa?

“No!” she commanded. “Why aren’t you moving?”

I grinned. I understood her now. I leaned in for another Ruby-and-cinnamon-soaked kiss, as I moved my finger deep into her channel, while continuing to circle her clit. Her head began to thrash, all that red and gold silk sliding against me was just one more intoxicating thing that was close to making this an out of body experience for me.

Ruby clutched my rear. “More,” she gasped into my ear.

I pushed a second finger inside her body, then curled them both. Taking long moments to find that perfect spot within her. The hidden spot that would give her all the pleasure she deserved.

“Hmmm.”

She was humming something. If it was a word or just a hum, I had no idea. All I knew is that I could spend eternity right here on this couch with Ruby Miller and die a happy man. When she shrieked out my name, I knew I had found just the spot I’d been looking for. She shuddered, her legs clenched onto me so tight I thought I might permanently lose circulation.

I continued to tease her clit, as I stroked against her g-spot. Every one of her moans, gasps and groans sounded like the most beautiful music on earth.

When she came apart in my arms, it was with a hoarse cry that went straight through me. Her body shook with the force of her release, and as I pulled her into my arms, I realized she was crying.

“Ruby?”

No answer.

“Sweetheart?”

“Mmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

She lifted her eyelids and smiled. She was glowing. “S’good.” She snuggled close and I held her, murmuring words of praise and comfort as she came back down to earth.

Finally, Ruby went completely limp against me, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Her eyes were heavy, almost sleepy with satisfaction.

“That was...” she started, then trailed off.

“Perfect,” I finished for her.

Ruby's eyelids were drooping. The emotional upheaval combined with physical release had left her exhausted. I could feel her fighting sleep, trying to stay present.

“Come on,” I said, standing up with her still in my arms. “Let's get you to bed.”

I carried her to the bedroom, setting her gently on the edge of the mattress. Ruby looked up at me with drowsy contentment.

“I'll take care of everything and lock up,” I told her. “Then I'll slip the key back under the door. Where do you keep a spare?”