He laughed at that. “Now you don’t have a problem with doctors?”
“I definitely don’t have a problem with one doctor in particular.” She reached out and ran her finger over his neck, right above the collar of his dress shirt. “I believe you promised to unleash those talented fingers on me?”
He’s eyes closed briefly with her touch. “You think my fingers are talented?”
“Judging by what you were doing during the ballet, yes.” She stepped over to her bed, which was only two steps away, and sat on the edge of it. “So, something about worshiping me?”
Rashid shook his head, grinning as he walked toward Ruby’s bed, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the couch on the way. “I have no idea how you did that,” he said, sitting next to her. His fingers immediately started trailing the skin on her bare thighs, making their way up her leg. The touch made Ruby shiver.
“Did what?” Ruby asked, arching her back.
He leaned close to her ear as his hand continued to trail the skin of her thighs ever so lightly. “I was all ready to take control, to turn you into a quivering ball desperate for me, but you’ve turned the tables and left me powerless.” The hand that wasn’t on her leg pulled Ruby’s hair to one side, and he started planting soft kisses on her neck. Ruby turned her head to give him more access as her eyes instinctively closed. It all felt so, so good.
“Why does only one of us get to be in charge?” she asked. “Maybe we’re so good together because we… complement… each…” Ruby lost her train of thought. Probably because Rashid’s hand was now inside her underwear. She shuddered and leaned into him. His fingers really were magic.
“I got you,” he whispered, guiding her body to lie down onto the bed. After pulling off her panties, Rashid showed her with his hands and his mouth exactly how talented he was. And holywow. With his lips, tongue, and fingers, he brought her to an orgasm stronger than she’d ever felt. She held on to his shoulders, moaning his name as the pleasure seemed to go on forever.
As her consciousness floated back into her body, he scooted so he was next to her. He leaned down to plant soft kisses on her shoulders.
“Okay,” Ruby said when she was finally able to speak again. “You win this round.”
She heard him chuckle.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him as close as she could. He was still in his dress pants and high thread-count shirt, and she could feel his erection on her leg. She’d take care of that—after she caught her breath.
His hands were soon trailing the skin on her belly and chest, like he couldn’t resist touching her.
“You really have a thing for skin, don’t you?”
“Not usually. But yours is so soft. And you glow.”
“That’s because I use an illuminating body cream with silk protein molecules.”
He propped himself on his elbow to look at her face. “What does that even mean? Your cream is made ofsilk?” He still had his small smile. “How can silk penetrate the dermal layer? These ingredients are added because they sound luxurious without any evidence—”
“Shush.” She put her finger over his mouth. “No skin care rants. Just enjoy the results of my expensive addiction.”
He chuckled, then ran a finger along the base of her bra. That was the closest he’d come to touching her breasts. She was pretty sure he was avoiding them on purpose, which was actually very sweet, but unnecessary.
“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. You can touch me.”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about… I mean…”
She shrugged, then sat up and reached around to undo her bra. But before dropping it off her shoulders she looked at him. “They don’t look like real breasts, and… there are tattoos instead of nipples. I don’t have any sensation in them, either. But I’m not self-conscious about my reconstructed breasts. Beats getting sick.”
He sat up and nodded, then reached up to pull the straps off her shoulders and removed her bra. And then he just looked.
Ruby meant it. She wasn’t self-conscious about her silicone breasts. After watching her mother get sick and then die from breast cancer, Ruby had been glad to have a mastectomy so the same thing wouldn’t happen to her.
“Wow,” he said. Then he leaned closer. “This is…” He ran a finger over the intricate flowers in all shades cascading over her breasts in a watercolor style.
“Too much?” she asked. He was literally a dermatologist—healthy skin was important to him. Maybe he wouldn’t find the riot of flowers on her chest attractive.
He shook his head, smiling. “No. Are you kidding? You’re Ruby. I would expect nothing less thantoo muchfrom you.” His fingers trailed the outline of the water lily on her left breast. She couldn’t feel it, but she could see his fingers’ soft touch. “This is so beautiful. Why did you do this?”
Ruby chuckled. “Honestly? Impulsivity. I went to a tattoo shop in Montreal that has an artist who does excellent realistic-looking nipple tattoos, but when I was lying on her table, I saw some of her floral art pasted on the ceiling and decided to get flowers instead. I mean, I don’t have nipples, so I had an empty canvas.”
He nodded, still admiring the art on her breasts. “Is there any significance to the specific flowers?”
