Good With His Hands (Good in Bed #1)- Lauren Blakely Page 0,49
interruptions. “Then we’ll head out Wednesday morning. I’ll make sure I get that list before we leave.”
I sign off and end the call, tossing my cell back in the bag before gathering Ruby closer, sliding a hand under her cover-up as she leans into me. I crave her closeness. “There. All settled.”
“You can’t pack for me,” she says, humming beneath her breath. I cup her breast through her sexy-as-sin suit. “And you can’t do that in public.”
“It’s dark enough. No one will see,” I murmur, all caught up in her. “And I’m an excellent packer. We’ll sleep at your place tonight. I’ll pack you in the morning while you work, then head home and grab my things, and be back at your place with pre-adventure pizza for a late dinner.”
And holy shit . . . I just went full couple planning with her.
I ought to be terrified, because I don’t do that.
I don’t want to be tied down. Haven’t wanted that in ages.
But I don’t mind it at all with Ruby.
With my daring, courageous friend, who is so much more than a friend.
Full couple seems to be all I want right now.
Riddle me that.
But then, it’s not all that complicated.
I’ve always loved Ruby. I should have known it wouldn’t be that hard to fall in love with her. If I could rewind the past few days and undo this tumble into something more . . . maybe I would.
But I can’t. And right now, I just want more of her. As much as I can get.
I tip my forehead in the direction of her place. “Let’s get out of here.”
“You’re a mind reader.” She grins. “That may be one of my favorite things about you.”
I almost tell her I have too many favorite parts of her to list, but that kind of cheesy shit is a good way to make it even harder to say goodbye than it’s going to be already.
At her place we make quick work of our clothes.
Cover-ups and shirts pool on the floor, and she grabs her phone, clicks on a playlist, then scoots back on the bed, her eyes wide, eager.
Soft, sexy music floats through her room.
Like I need mood music, but hey, I won’t complain about Sam Smith.
I climb over her, sliding my hand along her soft skin, dipping my face to her neck. A sigh falls from my lips as I kiss her, tasting the ocean and the sand and her.
My head spins with longing, and my body throbs with desire.
Her hands roam down my chest, over my abs, and straight to my dick.
When she grips me, the noise I make is carnal.
And needy too.
So is hers. A plea. “Jesse.”
It’s just my name. But the way she says it, all soft and desperate, like this day did something to her too, makes my heart thump harder.
Fuck, I need this woman.
Need so much more than this narrow window, this list.
But I try to shake those thoughts from my head and zero in on the moment.
Nighttime. Music. The way she moves beneath me.
That is all there is. The physical. The now.
She lifts her hips and I give Ruby what she wants, sliding a hand between her legs, losing my mind when I feel how wet she is.
How ready she is.
And she feels fucking incredible, all slick and soft.
I bury my face in her neck, kissing and sucking as I stroke and glide, and soon she is bucking and writhing in my hand.
Then, coming hard and fast, in mere minutes.
I want to thump my chest, pat myself on the back. But more than that, I want to give her another orgasm.
“Need you now,” I groan.
“Have me,” she says in an echo, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and thrusting it at me.
I cover myself as she parts her legs.
And I nearly die of desire.
The way she opens herself. How much she wants me. How she gives me her body.
It’s all too much and never enough at once.
I wedge myself between the paradise of her thighs, rub the head of my cock against that wetness, then slide inside her.
She gasps gorgeously, arching her back at the same time.
And that, right there.
I want to capture that. Remember that.
The way she wants me.
And the way I want her.
I sink all the way in, filling her, my chest against hers, my arms wrapped around her shoulders.
I can’t get close enough to this gorgeous woman.
“Yes,” she moans.
I move in her, heeding her call, giving her what we both want—connection, closeness, contact.