They rolled to the side, and her hair twisted around her neck, choking her. She pushed at it, raising up on one elbow to free herself while Flynn chuckled. He swept it back, settling her against the sheets as they resumed their previous rhythm.
“Flynn,” she said, but it sounded almost like a whine. She clawed at him, trying to bring him closer, arching her back to increase the friction where their bodies met.
“I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, bringing a hand between them. He rubbed her clit, matching the rhythm of his hips as he pounded into her, and she sighed in relief even as the desire inside her coiled impossibly tight, ready to burst.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.”
Flynn made a sound of agreement, stroking harder, faster. Her feet left the bed, wrapping around his legs as her eyes closed and her breath caught.
“Oh God,” she gasped, and then she was coming, release rolling through her like a wave that left her weak and tingly in its wake.
Flynn dropped his head to kiss her, his movements becoming more frantic, hips bucking against hers until he broke with a groan, his hips going still, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. Neither of them moved, arms wrapped tight around each other, panting for air, giddy grins on their faces.
She reached up and tugged at that lock of hair hanging over his forehead. “Stay the night?”
Flynn woke in stages,first aware of the whisper of Ruby’s breath in his ear, the tickle of her hair over his chest, the vaguely sweet, feminine scent of her. He’d always loved the way women smelled, but Ruby was especially lovely. Everything about her was lovely. In another time, under other circumstances…
But he was incredibly thankful for the day they’d shared.
Beside him, she stirred, peeking over at him out of bleary eyes. “Morning.”
“Good morning.” His voice was scratchy, rough with sleep.
“Do you have to go already?” she asked, snuggling closer. She looked different first thing in the morning, bare faced without her glasses, hair spread out across the pillow behind her.
He was already infatuated with her, but this vision of “first thing in the morning Ruby” was definitely going on his list of favorite things he’d ever seen. “Not quite yet,” he told her.
“Good.” She leaned in and kissed him. First thing in the morning Ruby wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she looked, though, because before he knew it, she’d rolled on top of him, and their good morning kiss had turned into something a lot hotter.
They kissed and teased, hips rocking as the city came alive outside the hotel window. Her hair hung like a curtain between them, getting in his face and tangling beneath his arms, causing more laughs as she lunged for a hair tie on the nightstand and pulled it back. By the time he rolled on a condom and pushed inside her, he was wishing like hell he didn’t have to say goodbye. They moved together in the soft morning light, their gasping breaths and moans the only sound in the room.
Ruby came first, throwing her head back as she rode him right over the edge. He gripped her hips, thrusting up into her until he’d joined her in release.
“Hell of a way to say goodbye,” she said with an impish smile.
He pulled her down against his chest. “Wish it didn’t have to be goodbye.”
She dropped a kiss against his neck, snuggling against him. “So do I.”
They lay like that for several long minutes as they caught their breath and their bodies cooled. He tugged the band out of her hair, tracing shapes through its shiny depths.
“I’m meeting my friend Megan and her boyfriend Jake for breakfast this morning before they fly home,” she said finally, looking up at him. “Would you like to join us?”
“I’d like that,” he said.
“Me too.” She gave him a quick kiss before sitting up. “I need a shower before we head out.”
They spent the next half hour or so getting ready. He put on his trousers and button-down shirt from last night, but left off the tie and jacket he’d worn to the theater. Ruby dressed in form-fitting black jeans and a multi-colored top that billowed over her chest and clung to her hips. She dried her hair and clipped it up in her usual style, applying minimal makeup that emphasized her natural beauty.
“So, what’s on your agenda for the day?” he asked as they left her room, trying to keep the wistfulness out of his tone.
“I have no idea,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s all part of the adventure.”
“Will you text me?” He cleared his throat, feeling suddenly awkward. “I mean, if you feel like it. I’d love to see where your journey takes you.”
“You can follow me on social media,” she told him as they waited for the lift. “It’s hashtag Ruby Goes Rogue.”
“I’ll do that.” With a ding, the door to the lift slid open, and they stepped inside.
