Secret Obsession (romantic suspense) (Red Stone Security Series Book 12) (19 page)

“I’ll be able to work with whatever you’ve got,” he said, watching the fine sway of her ass as she headed up the stairs. He tried not to imagine her stripping off her sexy summer dress and heels but failed.

Slow, he reminded himself. Tonight wasn’t about him. She was just scared to be alone.

When he opened her refrigerator he frowned. She hadn’t been kidding. A carton of eggs, some funky-colored stuff in a container that he was definitely not opening, yogurt, and bottles of water. After looking at the yogurt he realized the little cartons were expired.

“Takeout it is,” he murmured, rummaging around in her drawers until he found a thick pile of takeout menus. He laughed at the stack. She must never cook.

“Find anything you like?”

Montez turned at the sound of Ruby’s voice—and dropped all of the takeout menus to the floor.

His brain short-circuited as he saw her standing there in what was most definitely one of the ‘naughty nurse’ costumes she’d talked about. This wasn’t a Halloween type of thing though. No way in hell could she ever go out in public wearing it.

The low-cut minidress was sheer white with red trim and a red and white cross over each nipple. Not that the crosses did anything to cover her up. He could see every delicious inch of her through the dress, including the tight buds of her nipples. Her high heels were ruby red and her little nurse hat had a red and white cross on it as well.

Her grin was wicked when his gaze finally landed on her face. “So? What do you think?”

He made a strangled sound since he couldn’t find his voice.
Fuck me.
The reality of her eclipsed any fantasy he’d ever had. The two things were in different stratospheres.

She placed her hands on her hips. “I’ve got another one upstairs. Want me to try that one on for comparison?”

Her question jerked him back to reality. It would require her leaving and he didn’t want that.

Wordlessly he strode across the kitchen, cupped the back of her head in a hard grip and crushed his mouth down on hers. He wasn’t letting her get away.

Ever.

She arched against him, moaning into his mouth as she clutched his shoulders. It took him a second to realize what she planned as she hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He grabbed her ass and hurried out of the kitchen. Bed. He needed to find a bed. Or a flat surface other than the floor.

She bit his bottom lip before nuzzling along his jaw, her little kisses and nips making him even harder. Something he hadn’t thought possible.

But Ruby, the sweetest, sexiest woman he knew, was half-naked in his arms. And he was pretty damn sure he loved her. Had known for a while.

When they reached the top of the stairs she slid her hand between their bodies, cupped his erection. He tried to keep his balance but his brain short-circuited yet again. He started to trip, half turned so that she ended up splayed on top of him on the landing.

Her blonde hair fell loose around her face in waves, the little nurse hat askew as she looked down at him. Her hand was still cupping him and he could see the wicked glint in her gaze, knew that she liked making him crazy.

He also knew she wanted him to take control, if one of their previous conversations and his interactions with her were anything to go by.

He grasped her wrist, pulled it away as he shifted so she was under him. Cupping her cheek, he devoured her mouth. He wanted to go slow, ordered himself to, but when his lips touched hers this time it was as if he lost all ability to reason.

But he forced himself to pull back, to slow down. He wanted to make this good for her, make it as sexy and hot as whatever fantasies she’d spun about him in her head. “Put your hands above your head,” he rasped out. He didn’t have anything to restrain her hands with—this time. But from what he knew of the little minx, that would be coming soon enough.

Stretched out on the landing, she did as he said without hesitation. The action pushed her breasts out more. They strained against the sheer material. He wanted to rip it away, but he was going to savor this. Savor her.

His cock pulsed once.
Dios
, this woman was going to be the death of him, he was sure. Sitting back on his knees, he drank in the sight of her splayed out for him.

Reaching back, he lifted one of her ankles, brought her leg up and gently kissed her soft skin. She jerked slightly at that brief contact.

Sensitive.

He slid her heel off, heard it clatter behind him in the foyer. Did the same to her other shoe. Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, he moved her feet so they slid over his shoulders. Her breathing grew erratic as he leaned down closer, closer, spreading her thighs for him.

He’d been able to see she wasn’t wearing anything under the little minidress earlier, but when he tore his gaze from her face, lasered in on her sweet pussy, he saw just how wet she was for him. “Open wider for me,” he ordered.

Groaning, she spread her legs farther. She had just a bit of fine, soft blonde hair covering her mound. The smell of her arousal killed most of his control.

He buried his face between her legs, stroking his tongue up her slick folds.

“Montez.” His name came out a choked moan.

And it sounded like pure heaven.

She slid her fingers through his hair, gripped his head tight as he flicked his tongue over her clit. “Oh…yeah.” She rolled her hips against his face, the hottest thing he’d ever experienced, as she completely lost herself to pleasure. Her heels dug into his back, made him glad he’d taken the shoes off as she arched up against his mouth, going wild as he increased the pressure.

She was damn reactive.

His cock kicked against his pants as she dug her fingers tighter against his head.

“I’m close.” Her words were strangled, unsteady.

He teased her slick entrance, slid two fingers inside her—and she started coming. Her inner walls clenched around him so he added a third finger, never letting up on her clit.

He continued stroking as she came against his tongue, her words garbled nonsense. Which, yeah, made him feel ten fucking feet tall. He loved that she’d come apart for him so easily, wanted to make her do it again.

And again. It would never be enough. Not with Ruby.

When she finally said something that sounded a lot like “Stop,” he lifted his head to see her looking at him with a dazed expression. Even so, she reached for his pants.

He let her unbuckle him as he slid the straps of her dress down. His hands actually shook as he bared her to him. The breasts he’d been fantasizing about for too damn long were utter perfection, her tight little nipples a pale pink.

He sucked one into his mouth as she completely freed him. He’d gone commando today, like usual, and was glad for it as she stroked his cock once, twice, three times.

He bit down gently on her nipple, causing her to cry out with what he knew was pleasure. He wished he had more hands because he wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her all over. And never stop.

“In me, now,” she demanded, the words more pleading than anything.

He couldn’t force his voice to work, but he lifted his head, positioned himself at her entrance. He was glad they’d already had the talk, that he could slide into her bare this first time. Every time. He didn’t want any barriers between them. Ever.

He kept his eyes pinned to hers, grasped her hips as he thrust inside her.

He wanted to kiss her, for her to taste herself on him, but this first time, he wanted to watch her as she came again. And she damn sure would.

Then he wanted her to watch him, to be completely vulnerable to her. He’d never wanted that with anyone, but he trusted this woman. She saw through all his bullshit and baggage and wanted him anyway. And she didn’t make him feel like she was doing him a favor by being with him.

She wanted him with a desperation he could see clearly in her eyes. They were both completely gone for each other and he was glad he wasn’t alone in this all-consuming hunger.

The tingling at the base of his spine built and crested, his balls pulled up tight as he felt his own orgasm coming up fast and hard. He wanted to slow down but there was no stopping it. Not this first time. Not after a year of lusting after her.

She dug her fingers into his back, her breathing out of control.

He reached between their bodies again, tweaked her clit. Her head fell back against the stairs, her mouth parting on a silent cry as she started clenching around him again, her inner walls milking him harder and harder.

When her back bowed tight and she cried out again, he let go of his control, thrusting hard inside her, taking everything she had to offer. He emptied himself inside her until he practically collapsed.

Instead of doing just that, he rolled to the side, half dragging her with him. The stairs were uncomfortable as shit, but he didn’t care. Not when Ruby laid her head against his chest, sighed contentedly.

“That was…” She didn’t finish, just let out another happy sigh as she slid her hand over his stomach.

“
Mi futura nuera
means my future daughter-in-law, by the way,” he murmured after a few moments, his breathing returning to normal. He wondered if she remembered what his mom had said to her on Monday.

Ruby lifted her head, blinked at him once, her blue eyes wide. “Wh…I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“Don’t say anything. I’m just telling you. And I’m also telling you she’s probably right.” He threw the ‘probably’ in in an attempt not to freak her out completely. Putting himself out there for her like this, especially when he’d just come to terms with the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, made him feel vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced.

“God, I love you.” Her voice was low as she leaned in, brushed her lips over his.

He jerked in surprise at the words, hadn’t expected her to say them so soon, or at all. Something he hadn’t realized had been missing filled his chest with happiness. “Ruby—”

“You don’t have to say it back,” she said simply. She was telling the truth. It was clear in her bright blue eyes.

He shook his head. “I do love you and I don’t care if it’s too soon. I know what I feel.” Because he’d never felt anything like it. Not even close. It had to be love and he wasn’t questioning it.

She gave him one of her brilliant smiles that lit up her whole face, and kissed him again.

He knew without a doubt that he was the luckiest guy in the world. And he was never letting her go.

Chapter 18

Ford slid his hand over Raegan’s bare hip, squeezed once just to reassure himself she was okay. They’d been back at his place for hours and she’d long since crashed. He had a feeling she’d be sleeping a while. After such a scare it was only human nature to shut down, regroup. Sleep was sometimes the only way people could deal with shit. He knew that too well.

Unfortunately for him, sleep was elusive. Pushing out a sigh, he rolled onto his back. Part of him wanted to wake her up, but it would be selfish. He eased off the bed, headed into his bathroom. It was still dark out, but he wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Once the water was hot enough he stepped under the jets, let them pound against his back and shoulders.

It didn’t do much to ease the tension as he relived everything. He’d barely thought when he’d tackled that guy, had simply reacted using all of his training. He rubbed his hands over his face, slinging water off as he dropped them to his sides.

When he opened his eyes he found Raegan stepping into the shower with him. He blinked, surprised by how quiet she’d been. “You’re awake?” His voice was still raspy from sleep.

She didn’t respond, just stepped right up to him, wrapping her arms around him as the water cascaded over them.

He held her close, savoring the feel of her full breasts against his chest as he rubbed a hand down her spine. “Sorry if the shower woke you up.”

“It didn’t,” she murmured against his chest. “I’ve been having weird dreams.”

Probably nightmares. “That might happen for a while.”

She shuddered in his arms and pulled her head back to look up at him. Wordlessly she reached between their bodies and grasped his already hardening cock. It was pretty much guaranteed he was turned on if Raegan was naked and in his arms.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said quietly as she started stroking him, once, twice… He groaned.

The grin she gave him was pure, wicked Raegan. She liked to tease him, he’d learned. “I know. I want to,” she said right before dropping to her knees.

After everything she’d been through he thought he should be the one comforting her, but holy fuck… His hips rolled at the feel of her lips wrapped around his cock.

She made little sounds of pleasure as she ran her tongue up the length of him. When he realized she was touching herself between her legs, he about lost it.

“You stroking that pussy, baby?” he rasped out. He wished he could see her hand moving, her fingers dipping inside herself.

She hummed against his cock, kept sucking him. He clenched his jaw, focused on not coming as she gripped the base of him, squeezed once. The sensual woman might not talk much during sex, but hell, she didn’t need to.