Page 56 of Saved By Love at Christmas
RUBY
Anticipation beat at me when Ben inched up the bed and leaned in to kiss me. I opened my lips on a sigh, which was swallowed up when he claimed them and kissed me with passion and tenderness. He laid me down on the bed, and I pulled him on top of me. Finally, I could touch this man wherever I wanted to. It was no longer a fantasy that I played over and over inside my head.This is it. We’re doing this.
I ran my hands up and down his spine, causing him to groan and push closer to me. I loved how hard he felt against me. His hands fumbled with the buttons on my pyjama top. He swore, tearing his mouth from mine.
“These buttons are a weird shape. I need this off. Now.”
A nervous giggle slipped from me. He studied me, his eyes wild.
“Sorry, but they’re my Christmas PJs. The buttons are in the shape of Christmas trees.” I was suddenly very self-conscious of my un-sexy nightwear.
“I don’t care what they are, I need this off.”
His growly, possessive voice turned me on so much that I felt wet between my legs.
“Here.” I pushed his hands away. “Let me do it.”
Getting myself into a sitting position was difficult because it appeared Ben didn’t want to get too far away from me. His eyes watched my every movement, making my hands shake. I was almost tempted to rip the top off, but Grandad had bought the pyjamas for me. Once the buttons were undone, I went to take it off. Ben’s hands stopped me.
“No. Let me do this. Let me see you.”
I nodded, not certain if I could vocalise anything. He pushed the material away from my breasts and over my shoulders while I shrugged out of the top. The cool air hit my nipples, which hardened. Ben’s eyes were hooded, causing my nipples to tighten even more.
He reached for my breasts and cupped them in his warm hands, testing their weight. With gentle movements, he stroked the pad of his thumbs back and forth against my buds, the tingling sensation hitting me directly on my clit. I gasped and lowered myself back onto the bed.
Ben kissed my face with tiny butterfly kisses. Then he moved down the column of my neck and across my shoulder blades. The feel of his soft lips and stubble gave me double the sensation. His mouth hovered over one nipple, while his fingers toyed with the other. He lifted his face to study me, eyes almost coal black.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasised about this.”
“Me too. I’m almost afraid that it might be a dream and I’ll wake up alone.”
He shook his head. “You’ll never be alone, Rubes. Ever again.”
His mouth latched onto my nipple, his tongue lapping at it until I whimpered. He grazed it with his teeth, then soothed it with his lips and tongue. By the time he’d given my other nipple the same treatment, I was almost delirious. He kissed his way back up to my mouth; the kiss was deep and wet. I trailed one hand down his torso, while my other hand stroked his hair. I reached the waistband of his boxers and slipped my hand inside. I held him in my hand and gently fisted him, making him groan around my nipple. My hand went further down and cupped his balls, giving them a teasing squeeze.
“God, Ruby. I’m trying to go slow here for our first time, but you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
I loved the sound of his voice like that. Like he’d lost control. It empowered me. Giving him pleasure was a turn-on for me, so I kept going. He growled and took my hand away, and I gasped.
“My turn to play.” He gave me a slow wink.
I was seeing so many expressions on his face. Expressions I’d never seen before, and I loved it. His hands trailed down to my pyjama bottoms, teasing the waistband as I writhed beneath his touch. One hand slipped inside, and he cupped me.
“Jesus, beautiful. You’re so wet.”
I felt one finger slip inside me, and I squealed.
“Oh, yeah. You like that, don’t you? Do you want more?”
“Please. God, please. More, Ben.”
I felt another digit inside me, and he moved them in and out while I continued to moan.
“Let’s take these off so I can have a good look at you.”
His words alone were going to set off an orgasm if he wasn’t careful. He pulled the bottoms down my legs and threw them on the floor. I was totally naked before his eyes, and by the way his jaw went slack and his eyes glazed over, he liked what he saw. Thank God I’d kept up with waxing and shaving.
“You are perfection. So beautiful and all mine.”
