“While you’re cleaning that up I’m going to take my girl and admire her legs in private,” Ruben says, making me jump in surprise. I glance over and see him beside the bar, his eyes gleaming as he makes sure Hunter knows exactly whose girl I am. The heat in his eyes momentarily distracts me from the fact that he’s here and not elsewhere.
Snaking an arm around my waist, he pulls me from the top of the bar while frowning at Hunter before a silent message seems to get passed between the two of them. With a nod of their heads, Ruben grabs my hand and pulls me toward his office.
Once inside he flips the lock on the door, lifts me into his arms and pushes me back into the door. Before I can catch my breath, he seals his mouth over mine. His mouth is wet and sinful as our tongues meet. My core throbs in a way it only ever has with the taste of this man. He doesn’t just kiss me—he devours me. The attention he pays to my mouth leaves me a quivering mess in his arms. My hips start grinding against the bulge in his pants. The hands on my bottom grip tighter, pushing me against him.
He lifts his mouth, and resting his forehead against mine, he inhales trying to take air into his lungs. “I fuckin’ missed you,” he huskily admits, “I got to my connecting flight and decided to do the business over a conference call. I caught the next flight back here to you. I couldn’t get the look on your face when I left this morning out of my head.” He trails wet kisses down my neck to my collarbone and back up to my lips. “Rosie…Jesus. I can’t get enough of you. I’ve never changed my mind mid-flight before, but fuck, I couldn’t wait to land so I could get back to you.”
“I’ve been pissed at you all morning,” I start to tell him but have to stop when he rips my shirt over my head, followed closely by my bra.
“You have the most amazing breasts. Not too big that they look odd. Not too small that I can’t get a handful, but just right for my hands. I love how the minute my eyes look at you that your nipples go rock hard, begging for my touch.” He dips his head capturing one nipple with his mouth as he laps at it and rolls it against the roof of his mouth. My back arches, which pushes my breasts further into his mouth and face. He growls as he switches to the neglected nipple.
I’m wet and needy between my legs at Ruben’s touch, and I feel him growing—if that’s possible—harder.
When my nipple drops from his mouth and his eyes meet mine, I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to do something that even a month ago I wouldn’t have entertained doing, but this is Ruben and he’s made me feel comfortable with him. I still don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust him enough to tie me up, but I can do this.
“Let me down.” He pauses. “I want to touch you.”
He closes his lust—filled eyes and opening them again he lets me slide down every delicious inch of him until my feet hit the floor. Ruben backs up to his desk, and quickly removing his clothes, stands before me completely naked. My breath hitches at the sight. He’s magnificent. He has a muscular physique, which is coated with his tanned skin. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him. As I stand watching him, he takes hold of his penis, I mean cock. Nope, doesn’t do anything for me.
But watching him stroke along his length with the tip leaking is making my knees weak and if I don’t do something soon he’s going to be coming without me.
Removing my clothes, I toss them onto a chair off to the side and stay standing across the office from Ruben.
“Sit in your chair,” I instruct.
He wraps his fists around the base of his shaft and looks to be squeezing. I smirk knowing he’s trying to stop himself from squirting everywhere before we’ve begun.
As he turns his back to me, I get one hell of a view of his delectable, firm butt. God, this man makes my mouth water and other parts of me uncomfortable.
Now that he’s sitting in his office chair, I slowly walk toward him while rubbing my aching nipples. His gaze is transfixed on my fingers while my gaze is locked on to the huge erection jutting out—and proud—of a very light sprinkling of hair on his groin.
As I’m standing before him, he places his hands on my hips.
I keep one hand on my breast and with my other I rub between my legs, coating my fingers with my excitement for him. His eyes glaze over and I realize he’s holding on by a thinner thread than I first thought.
Dropping to my knees, his hands move to my shoulders, and as he starts caressing me, his eyes darken with lust. My hands caress up from his ankles and up his leg and thighs, coming to rest at his groin. His cock starts to jerk knowing what’s coming next.