Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
I laughed as Ruby stabbed repeatedly at the elevator button. And since I was eager to get upstairs too, I whisked her into the lift as soon as the doors opened, primed to get her to my room and naked as soon as possible. There, she’d be safe from Monica the diamond sex-toy woman and snake-tattoo man. The only danger she’d face would be the sweet torture I had in mind for her when we were alone.
43
OTHER USES FOR BLINDFOLDS
Ruby
Sharing a hotel room could be awkward. An impromptu sleepover was different. There was no will-we-or-won’t-we tension. No wondering if we were sleeping together or sleeping together.
There was no question in my mind, at least. I wanted to make the most of these three nights with Jake. To wring every last drop of passion from this fling.
“I’m glad I’m staying the night,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Jake pretended to yawn, big and loud. “What did you say? I’m tired. I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“Oh no, you’re not.” I grabbed his shirt collar, holding him close.
“Why not?” he challenged with a smirk.
“You were all frisky in the elevator, and I have plans for you.”
He arched an oh-really brow, then said, “I’m wide awake.”
Good. Earlier I’d entertained wild ideas about blindfolding him, and the notion had stuck with me. I wanted to experiment with my own limits, my own trust.
Walking to my suitcase, I rummaged through it to locate the wrap I’d used that afternoon. Then I returned to Jake and placed it in his hands.
“Do what you want to me with that. Maybe blindfold me.” Nerves thrummed through me. I’d never trusted someone enough to try that, but I was eager to explore new terrain with Jake. I felt like I was offering him something important. “I trust you.”
“You should.”
He stepped closer and ran his finger along my cheek, his signature touch. He tossed the wrap behind him on the bed. In a flash, he’d tugged my dress over my head and dropped it in a navy-and-white puddle on the floor.
“But, see, Ruby…I’m not going to blindfold you.” He bent his head to my neck and pressed a hot kiss to my collarbone. I trembled, loving his kisses and sought more of them. He blazed a path up my throat, making me squirm in his arms. He ran his hands from my shoulders to my wrists to my waist, then unhooked my bra, letting the white silk fall to the ground.
“You’re not?”
He shook his head as he cupped my breasts in his big hands, running the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. “Nope. Not gonna use it to cover your eyes.”
The anticipation thrilled me as he dropped his mouth to one breast, drew in a nipple, and sucked gently. I murmured and sighed, my hands seeking the back of his head, my fingers finding his hair.
When he let go, his eyes shined with mischief. He wasted no time stripping off his own clothes. He flopped down on the bed, then scooted up to a pillow, propping himself on it, and raking his gaze over me from head to toe.
“Like what you see?”
“Very much,” he said roughly. “I’d like it more if you’d take off that last little item and give me an unobstructed view.”
I dipped a thumb into the waistband of my panties, teasing, taking it slow. Lowering one side an inch. Then the other. Just a little farther now. The waves lapped the shore with a soft, steady shush as I toyed with my underwear…and him.
“Take them off. All the way off,” he growled.
I sashayed my hips in a final tease then stepped out of the panties at last, adding them to the rest of my clothes on the floor.
“Fuck,” he rasped out as he blinked and stared—just fucking stared, eating me up with his hungry gaze. “Get over here and sit on my face.”
My skin sizzled everywhere. I was overcome with desire, thrilling at his commands.
He grabbed the wrap from the bed then dangled it as I climbed over him. “Higher now.”
My breath came hard and fast before I even reached his shoulders. He grabbed my hips and held me in place, kneeling over his face. He gripped my wrists in one hand and tugged them behind my back. “I don’t want to blindfold you. Know why?”
“Why?” I asked, a pulse beating insistently between my legs.
“Because of your eyes,” he said as he gripped my wrists and wrapped the fabric around them.
“What about them?”
“I love looking at you when you come. When you’re close. When you’re getting there,” he said.
A fresh wave of desire crashed over me like a wave slamming the shore. He wasn’t even touching me, and I ached with longing. I straddled his face, but he had all the control as he tightened the knot around my bound wrists, securing my hands behind my back.