Page 62 of A Real Good Bad Thing

Ruby

Up the stairs. Down the hall. Almost there. At the door to my room, Jake’s lips were on my neck, making me shiver. His hands were in my hair, turning me on wildly. He couldn’t stop touching me, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted his hands everywhere. Loved how he was relentless in his quest to be as close to me as possible. My entire body vibrated with need.

As I reached into my purse for the key card, he scorched a trail of kisses along the back of my neck that made my knees go weak. I grasped the doorframe so I wouldn’t stumble.

“You keep doing that right now, I may not even be able to get the door open,” I said, my hand slipping as I tried to slide the card over the lock.

“Let me help,” he said, taking the key and sliding it over.

“Showing off your skills again?”

“No. Showing off how much I want to get inside this room and have you,” he said, his tone rough and commanding. He pushed open the door.

The card fell somewhere on the floor. Who knew? Who cared? I was alone in my room with him at last. The air-conditioning whirred faintly, and the moon glowed through the glass door of the balcony. Like last night in the lifeguard stand, he backed me up against the wall. I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped my mesh bag.

“Can’t wait,” he said, as if I needed any explanation as to why we wouldn’t make it to the bed.

He planted a searing kiss on my lips that sent the temperature in me higher. He broke the kiss and traveled down my body, past my breasts and belly. He was close, so close to where I wanted him again and I ached. Simply ached.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he kneeled on the floor, pushed up my skirt, and reached for the waistband of my pink cotton panties. A pulse beat between my legs. In one quick move, he pulled my panties to my ankles. I’d barely stepped out of them before he had molded his hands to the inside of my thighs and kissed me there.

Right there.

Where I wanted him. Where I craved him.

Oh god, it felt so damn good. I cried out from the instantaneous crash of pleasure in every corner of my body. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the wild sensations racing through me. He kissed my wet pussy, flicking his tongue across my sensitive clit, then he lapped me up.

My hands shot into his hair. Quickly, we set a rhythm. I rocked against his face, my fingers tightening in his hair as he kissed and savored and then devoured my pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit, and he sucked hard and hungrily. He thrust his tongue inside and I gasped, pleasure whirling around me recklessly as I raced toward bliss. Seeing it, chasing it, seeking it out.

Close. So damn close.

“That’s right. Come on my face, sweetheart,” he urged, then returned his attention to my pussy.

I rocked against his mouth, and he moaned as he consumed my pleasure. His sounds were the sexiest noises I’d ever heard, the soundtrack of his endless desire.

They were all I needed.

I shattered, riding his face like that. A chorus ofoh godsechoed in the night as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through every damn cell in my body.

He rose, cupped the back of my head, and arched a playful eyebrow. “Now, come on my cock.”

Well, I liked the sound of that. I breathed out hard, still riding the waves of a powerful orgasm. “Take it out and let me have that beautiful dick again.”

In seconds, we stripped off the rest of our clothes, and I fell back onto the bed, watching his strong frame as he rolled on a condom.

I could get used to that sight.

Oh yes, I could.

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SKILLS AND STORIES

Jake

She’d been under my skin all week, and every encounter had amped up my want. Every touch, every taste, every goddamn moment with Ruby. In and out of bed. Every narrow escape, every second of our stakeouts.

All of it.

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