Ravishing Ruby by Lavinia Kent Read Free Book Online

whispered.
    His lips pressed tight, sucking at her, pulling the delicate skin into his mouth. A melting ache grew between her thighs.
    Would she come before he even really touched her? It felt like it.
    She closed her eyes, fought for control.
    Found it.
    She opened her eyes, looked down at his dark curls so close to her silky blond ones.
    Her hands drifted down again, until they reached her outer lips. She opened herself, felt his whole body still.
    —
    He had never seen such a sight, never even imagined such a thing, imagined a woman like this opening herself for him, her fingers inviting him closer.
    His mouth grew dry.
    “Do you know how to do this?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
    “I am not some inexperienced boy,” he replied, feeling indignant.
    She smiled. “But do you truly know what a woman likes? What makes her body slick with passion?” One of her slim fingers slipped forward, sliding through the glistening moisture.
    “I’ve never had any complaints.” And he hadn’t. Hadn’t he pleased her well the last time? He certainly had.
    “That is not the same thing. Do you know how to tell if a woman finds her pleasure? Have you observed the flush on her face and cheeks? The quickening of her breath? Have you watched her clit swell, the hood draw back? Or have you just listened to her scream and trusted her honesty?”
    How could her words be so arousing and so angering at the same time? “I can assure you that I know when a woman is happy and satisfied.” Even if he wasn’t sure, he’d ever noted all the signs she marked.
    A low laugh. “I’ve never known a man who wasn’t sure—at least not one who cared in the slightest. I would admit that sometimes customers don’t care at all how my girls feel, they only want a quick fuck and to leave. And you did say you were a man who liked a simple fuck.”
    “Simple doesn’t mean I don’t do my job.”
    “I must admit that you did your job rather well the last time, or times, perhaps I should say. I did dream of you late at night when I touched myself. I imagined how it felt when you surged into me, when you rose above. I can feel your skin against mine, remember the smell of you.”
    Her fingers dipped low again, shiny with her juices. She pulled back, catching the lips and spreading them wide. Was that an invitation? Was she ready for some progression? She certainly gave all the signs of being ready, but with Ruby it was hard to tell.
    He leaned forward and blew softly, rustling the light curls.
    She did not complain.
    He blew again.
    A single finger reached out and stroked over her nub, then began to move in soft, slow circles. “I don’t think many men truly understand how sensitive this spot is. So often they attack it, pressing hard or stroking so fast that you’d think they were trying to start a fire. The clitoris is really a thing of art, secret and hidden, but ready to give so much pleasure.”
    How long was she going to talk? He had to admit her words had his cock swelling even further, but he was ready for action.
    “You want to start playing, don’t you?”
    Could the woman read his mind? “I’ve been ready for a while now.”
    “Hmm. I must remember that you are a man—and therefore impatient.”
    “I believe I have been very patient, my lady.”
    “Very patient would have you still stroking the backs of my knees.”
    “I am patient, not a saint.”
    “No, you are definitely not a saint.”
    He leaned forward and stroked his tongue up her length, giving an extra little swirl when he reached her nub, her clitoris. He thought the word as he inhaled her musk. He’d certainly known the word, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard it from a woman’s lips.
    But Ruby was not just any woman.
    Her thighs clenched about him. She moved her hands to her sides and let them lie there. “Are you forgetting our game, my sweet captive?”
    The silly game was more arousing than he’d have imagined, but then he rather thought it was