Page 84 of Freeing Ruby

He smiles as he lays me back on the bed. When he kisses me, my whole body heats up. My breasts feel full, and the spot between my legs begins to ache. He links his fingers with mine, holding my hands pinned to the mattress as he comes up over me.

As I gaze up into his dark eyes, I lose myself in their depths. His hands tighten on mine, and I’m so aware of his strength, his passion. He kisses me hungrily, his lips nudging mine open. My pulse races in anticipation.

“How do you feel?” he asks as he slides a hand between my thighs. “You’re not sore?”

I know what he’s asking. Am I sore from last night? From losing my virginity? “No. I feel perfect.”

As he kisses me, he brings one of my hands down between us. I gasp when I feel his erection brush against the back of my fingers. Releasing his hand, I wrap my fingers around him. He sucks in a breath as I tighten my grip. I’m amazed by how velvety soft his skin is, and yet beneath he’s hard as steel.

Without a word, he shows me how to stroke him. I revel in touching him, loving the fact that I’m giving him pleasure. He kisses me hungrily once more, his breathing heavy. I love the sounds he’s making. Before long, he covers my hand with his and gently peels my fingers off him. He chuckles roughly. “Much more of that and this’ll be over before it begins.”

Miguel suddenly moves lower in the bed and nudges my legs again. The next thing I know, he’s settled between my thighs. His fingers touch me lightly, spreading me open. When I feel his breath on my heated flesh, I gasp. His tongue flicks my sensitive clitoris, and I cry out, raising my hips up off the bed.

Holy cow, I never dreamed—“Miguel!”

As he torments my clit, his long finger slips carefully inside me, searching and teasing. When he strokes me deep inside, my thighs start trembling. Heat and electricity radiate outward from my core, and my nipples tighten in response. Pleasure explodes inside me, stealing my breath.

Miguel rises up, grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer, and quickly sheaths himself. Every inch of me is still tingling when he guides himself into me. He sinks slowly, all the way, and we both gasp.

“Okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“Yes.”

He moves then, slowly at first, almost pulling out before sinking deeply back inside. The friction slowly builds, along with the pleasure. He picks up his pace, and soon he’s thrusting hard and fast. Suddenly, he sinks deep and holds himself there. I can feel his erection throbbing inside me. With a rough cry, he arches his back. His expression tightens into a grimace, his jaws clenched.

Miguel rolls us onto our sides. He brushes my hair back from my face before he leans close to kiss me. We’re both breathing hard, both of us reeling from the pleasure.

After he disposes of the condom, I visit the bathroom before turning to bed. Miguel pulls me down beside him. The heat of his body sinks into my bones and feels so incredibly good I don’t ever want to move.

My fingers intertwine with his. His slow, steady breath ruffles my hair and sends a shiver down my spine. My breasts still feel tight and full, and my nipples are tingling. And best of all, my heart feels full to bursting.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I never even dreamed this could happen for me. I was locked in my own private world until Miguel came and set me free.

In the short time I’ve known him, Miguel has given me the things I want and need and dream of… namely security and safety. Because of him, I’ve met new people—nice people I like. Thanks to him, I’ve had more of a normal life in the past few days than I’ve had in years. And I can’t help wanting more of the same.

Chapter 31

Miguel

Ruby’s lying with her head on my shoulder, her arm across my waist. We’re enjoying a quiet moment in bed, just the two of us. Well, plus Pumpkin. Even he’s quiet at the moment.

“I’ve been thinking,” Ruby says.

“What about?”

“My birth certificate. It states that Allen Foster is my birth father. Since that’s not true, I want to change it. I was thinking I’d ask Edward if he’d agree to a paternity test, to verify that he’s my father. Assuming he is, I’d have his name put on my birth certificate. And maybe I’d change my name to Ruby McCall. I also need a will. If something happens to me, my inheritance should go to Edward, not to Allen Foster.”

I tuck a few loose strands of Ruby’s hair behind her ear. “I’m sure Edward would be happy to have a paternity test. And if you need a lawyer, I’ve got a good one to recommend. Troy Spencer—he’s the attorney for McIntyre Security. He’s also Shane’s personal attorney.”

“So, what comes next?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, now that we know who was doing the stalking, I guess the threat is over.”

“Not so fast, I’m afraid. Darren and Allen will undoubtedly get out on bail, and we’re not a hundred percent sure there’s no one else involved. I think it’s too soon to let our guard down. I’d like to stay on your security detail until we’re sure.”

Ruby leans up on her elbows so she can look me in the eye. “I’m okay with that. In fact, there’s something I want to ask you.”

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