A seductress I was not, but Ryan had asked me earlier to take my hair down, so I slowly raised my hand to the knot at the back of my head and pulled out the two barrettes holding it in place. My nearly black hair tumbled in a sleek mass down my back and over my shoulders.
“Your hair is so beautiful,” he said.
I warmed at his approval, turned, and walked to the door. It was already closed, so I simply pushed in the locking mechanism. Then I walked back to the bed.
Ryan’s cock was tenting the sheet covering him.
I drew in a deep breath and touched the top button of my shirt.
Chapter Six
Ryan
I was ready to cream myself. Ruby Lee, even in her masculine garb, brought me to my knees. I hadn’t expected a striptease, but she seemed willing to give me one. Who was I to complain? Even in my still fuzzy mind, I wanted her beyond any desire I’d yet known.
Her fingers shook slightly. This wasn’t something she was used to. Hell, she’d been a virgin before me. Yet just yesterday, she’d ripped the buttons off of her shirt. That had made me fucking crazy.
This time she was taking it slow, and as sexy as it was, I longed for her to rush through it, get naked, and sink down on me.
With each new inch of creamy skin she exposed, my cock grew bigger, harder.
How could I fight what I felt for her?
I loved her. I loved her devotion to her career, her determination to bring her own father—and one of my brother’s tormenters—to justice. I loved her self-deprecation, her beauty that everyone but she herself could see.
But how could I feel love without trust?
The shirt went to the floor in a ripple of white cotton. Her full creamy breasts were bulging out of her bra, her nipples protruding through the lace.
Fuck. Trust was overrated.
At least it was in this moment. I wanted her, and I would have her. Now.
With one flick of her wrists, she tossed her bra to the floor with the shirt. Her toned abdomen was gorgeous. Her belly button so sexy. She’d be beautiful with a jewel hanging from it. Maybe I could talk her into one sometime… I wanted to lick that sweet dimple and then keep sliding downward to that succulent place between her legs.
She’d be wet for me. She always was.
Slowly she unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her pants, slid them gently over her perfect hips.
Lace. Pink lace.
Ruby was wearing a thong.
I’d have bet my fortune she didn’t own one. But fuck, I was glad she did.
She looked good enough to eat.
Eating probably wasn’t going to happen. I was so fucking hard I needed her on me now.
When her pants fell around her ankles, she turned pink. “Oh.”
Adorable. She’d forgotten her sensible shoes. She bent over, untied them, and then flipped them off. She’d screwed up her striptease, but I wasn’t going to say anything. She was still beautiful and sexy, and this was no doubt her first striptease ever. Last time I checked, most virgins didn’t do stripteases.
Once the shoes and pants were out of the way, she turned around and bent over.
Oh. My. God.
Her ass was so beautiful, red like her cheeks. She inserted her thumbs in the waistband of the pink lace thong and slowly eased it over her hips.