“Who said anything about sex?”
Gripping handfuls of her ass, I rutted my hardening cock against her pussy. She gasped, arching against me, rocking her hips to meet mine.
“Your body seems to be screaming it loud and clear," I said.
Ruby huffed a laugh, sucking a bruising kiss into my neck. Swearing under my breath, I worked her shorts down, curling two fingers into her slick pussy to open her up. She made a contented noise deep in her throat, nuzzling and nipping at my ear.
Clearly she didn’t have the patience for a proper warm-up, and neither did I. With a few frantic pumps of my cock, I pressed the crown to her entrance, radiating unbearable heat.
In one deep stroke, I buried my cock inside her, balls-deep, sheathed in her scorching, heavenly silk. Ruby let out a shuddering breath.
Neither of us said much in the dark, driven purely by the chase of pleasure. I shoved my hand up Ruby’s tank top, palming at her tits. Then I dipped my head to taste her, biting lightly at her nipple.
“Dean,” she whined, breathless. Squirming on my cock as her walls flexed and fluttered.
My brain went blank, driven by an animalistic need to make my woman come. I thought of nothing else but her as I clutched her hips and thrust up into her, again and again. The slap of skin against skin filled the room—probably loud enough to be heard from the hallway.
Ruby sank her teeth into my shoulder to muffle her whimpers. The sharpness of her bite made my cock even harder if that was possible. Hooking my arms under her knees, I spread her legs wide, using my shoulders as leverage.
Every stroke hit deeper at this angle, pulling a sinful moan from Ruby’s lips. I could feel her pussy sucking me in. Gripping my cock tight with a slick squeeze.
Minefilled my head with each driving thrust.Mine. Mine. Mine.
When her legs started to tremble, I fumbled to reach her clit, with my own impending orgasm making me sloppy with desperation. Ruby sucked in a breath as her body seized, coming with a needy whine.
I fucked her through it as long as I could hold out, until my orgasm hit and I locked up, buried inside her.
A flicker of movement beyond Ruby’s shoulder drew my attention. The red numbers on my nightstand clock showed midnight.
I smiled, kissing Ruby’s neck. Slowly flexing my hips into her soaked, sensitive pussy.
“Merry Christmas, honeybee.”
Chapter nine
Ruby
I woke to the sweltering heat and suffocating weight of Dean draped over me. His head rested on my chest, with his hand shoved under my tank top, cupping my breast. His legs were tangled with mine. There was no way I’d be able to escape without waking him up.
Bittersweet warmth bloomed in my heart as I combed my fingers through Dean’s hair. So many years of pining had finally led to this. So many years of trying to stifle my feelings, telling myself that it was wrong and bad and I needed to find someone else more appropriate to fall in love with.
But I still needed to figure out the best way to tell Dad. It probably wouldn’t go over well and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Dean,” I whispered.
He mumbled incoherently, tightening his grip on me.
“Dean, I have to go back to my room before Dad wakes up,” I added.
“Five more minutes,” he said, pressing a kiss between my breasts.
I sighed, but a smile touched my lips anyway. If I had a choice, we would stay right here. All day long.
Then a door slammed and a familiar voice echoed through the house.
“Why is it so quiet around here? Don’t tell me Ruby Marianne Kent is still asleep in her bed on Christmas morning?”
My eyes widened and I shoved Dean's shoulder.
