At the thought of another guy dating her, I deepened the kiss. She wrapped her arm around my neck before I flattened her into the back of the chair. When I licked, she met me stroke for stroke, that plump mouth working under mine.
Finally, I could nibble that pouty bottom lip of hers.
A whimper left her and she dug her hands in my hair. All my blood rerouted until a nearly painful erection started behind my zipper.
I had a hand around her waist. It’d be easy enough to sweep up her shirt, but this was just supposed to be a kiss. I didn’t want it to quit being a kiss.
“Whoa!” Cruz’s voice broke through my haze of arousal. “Mae! Tenor’s making out in the basement!”
I ripped my mouth off Ruby, but I didn’t rear back. I kept her covered in case her skirt had ridden up or her blouse unbuttoned during our make-out session. She drew her knees up, grazing my erection. Another reason I wasn’t pulling away. “Jesus, Cruz.”
He held his hands up like I had a gun trained on him. “Hey now. Don’t shoot the messenger. Mae’s outside anyway.” His grin was unrepentant.
“What do you need?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Lane was behind him, shit-eating grin in place. “We just came back for a catnap. Cruz is throwing tantrums left and right.”
Cruz shot a glare over his shoulder. “You know how I get when I don’t get my beauty sleep.”
“With your face, I can’t tell.” Lane snickered.
Cruz elbowed him, then they both settled down and grinned at us. Two grown men acting like goddamn boys. I usually didn’t mind. They’d had a rough upbringing. But they were the reason I wasn’t kissing Ruby right now.
“Go to your room,” I growled.
Lane barked out a laugh. “Nice to see you again, Ruby. Can you make sure the old man doesn’t take his crankiness out on us?”
Ruby’s hands were no longer around my neck. She gripped the armrests. “I’ll tell him to be nice.”
In case I thought I couldn’t get any harder, I did.
They finally moved, going to their rooms.
I tipped my forehead against hers. “Sorry about that.”
“What part?”
“They’re basically my obnoxious little brothers.”
“They listen to you.” She ran a finger down my cheek, bumping over the stubble I’d left on my jaw.
“Sometimes.” I was still crowding her. I pulled back. “My study was thorough. The guys you kissed were frogs.”
“And you’re a prince?” Was that a note of hope in her voice?
“No, Goldilocks. I’m just a bear who’ll show you how to know when the porridge is just right.” I rose and adjusted my fly. My dick must have the outline of my zipper imprinted on it.
She tipped her head at my action, bewildered. Did she not think she could get me as hard as stone?
“It doesn’t matter if this is real or not. I’ll treat you right.” I held my hand out. “Time to go talk to my mom.”
Ruby
My lips were puffy from that kiss.
Perfect.
The Goldilocks kiss. I had wanted more. I hadn’t wanted him to stop. I had been consumed.
