Page 77 of Freeing Ruby

I’m so nervous I can barely breathe. I’m lying here completely naked. It’s nerve-wracking. No one has ever seen me naked before. But the hunger in Miguel’s dark eyes gives me some desperately needed confidence.

This is really happening.

He’s touching me, his fingers gentle and searching, skimming and teasing. His fingers glide easily through my slick arousal. At least my body knows what to do.

When his finger glances over my clitoris, a shiver courses through me. Then his thumb is there, and he starts rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive flesh, alternating the pressure. He eases my legs farther apart, and then his finger is exploring my opening, probing gently.

When he slips his finger inside me, I suck in a shocked breath.

“Okay?” he asks, and then he kisses me. His lips are soft and coaxing on mine.

“Mm-hmm.” I’m past the ability to make coherent speech.

He chuckles. “You can tell me to stop at any time. If you change your mind—”

“No! Don’t you dare stop.”

He laughs softly as he kisses me. His thumb teases my clitoris relentlessly, distracting me as his finger sinks deeper and deeper. I feel a stretch and a slight burn, but nothing painful. It feels… good. It feels right. Like this is meant to be.

I run my hands up his arms, marveling at how firm his muscles are, like stones beneath his warm skin. I grasp his shoulders, holding on to steady myself.

His finger starts to move easily inside me, sliding in and out. Then he sinks it deeper, and I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He focuses on a spot inside, rubbing gently, but persistently, and soon I feel a tingling warmth blossoming deep inside me.

He pulls back, and we stare into each other’s eyes, our gazes locked.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “Cariño.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiles down at me. “It means, ‘sweetheart or love.’”

He trails kisses across my cheeks, then smiles at me. “I’ve wanted to kiss your freckles since the moment we met.” Then he presses his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly.

When he suddenly rises up and off the bed, I’m about to protest when I realize he’s shoving his briefs down his long legs. Oh, my.

My gaze latches onto his impressive erection.

That’s a whole lot bigger than his finger.

He smiles. “Don’t worry.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

After he kicks off his underwear, he grabs the condom packet off the nightstand and tears it open. He sheathes himself quickly, and then he’s back on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. His warm hand skims past my hip to my knee, and he nudges my legs apart so he can rest between them.

He leans down and kisses me, his lips soft and coaxing. He trails kisses down my throat to my chest.

I’m trembling when I watch him take hold of his erection and guide it to my opening. My pulse races, and I close my eyes.

“Ruby.”

I look up to find him gazing down at me.

“It’s okay, honey. Just keep your eyes on me.” And then he moves forward, slowly sinking into me.

There’s pressure and a slight stretching and burn, and then with a little bit of a determined push, he slides into me. I stiffen in surprise at the sudden sting, a pinching feeling, but then it eases just as quickly.

He lowers his mouth to mine and gently teases my lips. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’m in. The worst is over.”

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