I ran my gaze up and down her body not knowing where to focus because every inch of her was exquisite. She walked with confidence, turning every head in the room, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were solely on me.
I was the luckiest man alive.
When she approached, I took in the neckline that plunged low, a single diamond pendant necklace twinkling where it drooped low between her voluptuous breasts. Her red hair was loose with big, beautiful curls cascading down her back.
She stood in front of me, her scent tickling my nose, and desire shot to my groin. I was playing with fire by not taking her hand and leaving the building right that second but I had to have a taste of her.
I’d been dying like a starving man for it the whole day as I watched her work the camera. The way she looked and how she moved was so fucking sexy.
I placed one hand on her hip and pulled her close. Then I feasted on her lips. When she let out a soft moan I knew we were in trouble if I didn’t stop.
Reluctantly I removed my lips from hers. “If you keep making noises like that sweetheart, we will never make it to your little party.”
She pushed up against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and put her mouth next to my ear.
“Promise,” she whispered.
Ruby had layers and I had been peeling them back one at a time. This was a new one. The clothes, make-up, confidence, and sexy, flirtatious behavior all rolled into one was something to behold. I loved every layer.
That first morning in front of her house when she walked out fresh out of the shower, wet hair, pajamas, clean face, and down to earth, I thought that was my favorite look. And I loved her in her scrubs helping people with her gentle demeanor or when she was casual around the house taking care of her family.
Then, at the shoot, she blew me away.
But I knew that nothing compared to the look she had when she was in midst of an orgasm, me inside her, flushed face, and screaming my name as she arched into me seeking her release.
And that look was what I was having trouble getting out of my head right then.
“Woman, you’re killing me. I’m hanging on by a thread. I want nothing more than to yank that dress up and have my way with you.”
She moaned again and the front of my pants started to get tight with my growing erection. I grabbed her hand in mine and pulled her to the door. “If we don’t get out of here and stop talking, I’m going to embarrass myself like some horny teenager that can’t hold his load.”
Her giggle didn’t help. It raced through me and desire shot through my veins like a rocket launched into space.
“This dinner is going to be a short one,” I mumbled as we headed out to the car.
* * *
She was goingto be missed.
Everyone loved Ruby. Her manager, the photographers, the make-up artist, the hair stylist, and more. While we celebrated with food, drink, and conversation, I heard so many great stories about what it was like to work with her.
They couldn’t brag enough about her professionalism, her stunning look, and how sweet she was, which was said to be rare in the modeling world. I guess some could be demanding and bitchy, but notmyRuby.
I witnessed everything good they said about my girl throughout the day. She didn’t expect them to wait on her, she always spoke to everyone in the same tone she would her own family, and as far as stunning, that was an understatement.
When she’d walked out to take her first set of photos, her sexy-as-sin body in a barely there, yellow bikini, I had to fight down the reaction in my jeans. And also the urge to run up and cover her with a towel.
Then she came out in a black, lace lingerie shorts set and worked the camera with her big, brown bedroom eyes. I was hoping she’d bring home the outfit with us for the evening. I wasn’t a cop anymore so if she happened to steal them I wouldn’t have to cuff her. I groaned, and a little too loudly because the thought of cuffs had me thinking of cuffing Ruby to our bed and sinking into her so deep I might never find my way back.
But it was the last change that gut-punched me, stole my breath, and almost sent me to my knees in front of everyone.
Ruby appeared in a jaw-dropping, elegant, strapless, white wedding dress. Her body was molded to the silky fabric accented by beads and lace, along with a train that went on forever, following her as she swept across the room. It showcased every remarkable attribute she possessed, which was a long list. She posed and moved with grace, mesmerizing everyone. With her hair swept up, her neck and creamy, soft skin were exposed and I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of it.
But what I wanted most at that moment.
Was to drop to one knee and ask her to marry me.
She was a vision and I had one of my own. One that had Ruby wearing my ring and becoming mine.
