What the hell was he thinking?
A pair of soft arms slid around his middle as Ruby pressed against his back, not saying a word as the water cascaded over them.
He knew why he’d been contemplating this madness, knew why he'd let a woman into his heart for the first time ever, knew why it could be worth risking the hurt again.
Ruby Seaborn, with her ready smile and infectious laugh and innate vibrancy that brightened a room just by being in it, was a woman worth risking everything for.
He turned, searching for the right words to explain his behaviour. She stalled him by pressing a finger to his lips, her eyes conveying more than words ever could.
Her pity had vanished, replaced with a depth of caring that squeezed his lungs in a vice.
Her loaded stare didn't leave his as her hands slid over his chest, tracing ridges, skimming his nipples, caressing lower.
He tensed as she skirted around his cock, his angst at revealing too much gone, replaced by the relentless, all-consuming desire to have her. To drive deep into her heat repeatedly until all he could focus on was heat and slickness and release.
Silently cursing his lack of forethought in not keeping a stash of condoms handy, he stilled her hands, only to have her slide away, her skin slippery and wet, as she knelt before him.
She finally broke eye contact to stare at his cock, inches from her mouth, and he throbbed in response.
She smiled at the movement, a coy smile that didn't waver as she edged forward until her lips wrapped around him.
He swore and extended his arms out to the side, bracing against the stone walls, as Ruby took him all the way into her warm, wet mouth.
She cupped his balls with one hand, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft as she sucked and licked and drove him insane.
Insanity was good. Insanity obliterated the questions she'd raised a few moments ago, questions he'd already asked himself but hadn't answered.
Should he go see Denver? Confront him? Put the past to rest?
Ruby purred as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, around and around, slow, languorous strokes that made a man forget everything but the feel of a talented woman driving him to the brink.
She licked the length of him, from tip to base and back again, her rapturous expression firing his libido.
He loved that about her; her uninhibited, genuine enjoyment of sex.
She tugged at his balls and he groaned as her slick mouth took him all the way in again.
So much heat. So much wetness. So much pleasure.
The pressure built too quickly but he was powerless to stop, unable to look away from the biggest erotic turn-on. The woman he loved on her knees pleasuring him with her mouth.
She picked up the pace, her hand and mouth moving in sync. He watched his erotic fantasy come to life, her unabashed joy in giving him what he needed fuelling his passion.
When she ramped up the suction and squeezed the base of his shaft simultaneously, his mind blanked a second before he exploded, the force of his orgasm rocking him back as he hit the wall behind.
It took him a good five minutes to recover his wits. Five minutes in which he licked his way down her slick body and pleasured her with his mouth until she screamed.
Five minutes until he realised what had registered in his subconscious before his orgasm had slammed him sideways.
He loved her.
Fuck.
Chapter 32
"Glad I intruded on your solo weekend?"
Ruby reluctantly shifted out of her new favourite spot in the world, snuggled under her husband's protective arm, and glanced up at him.
