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and then kissed his way across her other shoulder.
    He straightened, his fingers back on the material of her dress.
    Then he slowly pulled the lace downwards, his eyes following his hands, his chest rising and falling in shallow, turned-on breaths.
    Ruby closed her eyes. The dress didn’t allow for a bra.
    She opened her eyes again as he continued to peel the dress slowly down, watching his expression as the material grazed down over her painfully stiff nipples.
    “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, and finally pulled the dress down to her waist, freeing her hands from the sleeves. He wrapped his arms around her, and the sensation of his naked body against hers made her moan with satisfaction. Her nipples brushed his chest, and when he kissed her, his lips were slow and hypnotic.
    “I’ve imagined what you’d look like so often,” he said, sliding his tongue over her parted lips. “I knew you’d be beautiful, but not like this.”
    He eased back and looked down at her breasts, then back up into her eyes. She saw so many of her own feelings reflected there in his clear green gaze and it reached down deep into her heart. Red-hot lust. Nerves. Need. Fear. Because being like this together felt so overwhelmingly emotional. She wasn’t sure that she wasn’t going to cry.
    “Touch me.”
    She heard the catch in her own voice, and he reached for her face rather than her body. He kissed her eyelids, his thumbs stroking away the tears that trickled down her cheeks.
    “I know, Rubes,” he crooned against her hair. “I feel it too.”
    She knew him in so many ways, but not this one. She could never have anticipated that he would be so sensitive, so reverential. He was beautiful inside and out, and in that moment her body ached to be joined with his.
    “Rubes … I’m only going to be able to say this once. Stop me now. If you don’t want this, stop me now.”
    She couldn’t have stopped him if her life depended on it.
    “Take me to bed.”
    Her words were enough. More than enough. He’d had to ask, because this wasn’t just any girl. This was Ruby . Ruby. The girl he’d wanted, the girl he’d made himself forget. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do that a second time, not after tonight. She was unforgettable.
    He could feel his body moving from civilized to animalistic, switching from being led by his head to led by the throbbing, sexual need to fuck the spectacular woman in front of him. “Take me to bed,” she’d said, and he didn’t need to be told twice.
    He swept her up, carrying her the few feet to the bed and laying her down on the quilt. She was creamy skin and rose pink nipples and brunette waves. She was curvy and womanly and lush. She was Ruby, and right now, tonight, she was his. She reached out for him as he sank down on the bed alongside her. Beautiful girl.
    Her kiss heated his blood, and he finally let himself touch her breasts. Fuck. She filled his hands, her nipples hard beneath his thumbs as he circled them. He needed to taste her. She groaned when he licked first one and then the other, arching herself into his mouth and his hands. She tasted incredible. The feel of her nipple in his mouth made his cock ache for freedom. He mouthed her, cupping her in his hands, his mind reeling at the velvet feel of her skin.
    She pushed her hands into his hair and held him against her, keeping his mouth on her. He licked her. Sucked her. Bit her until she cried out, then kissed her to soothe it better. Fuck. She flicked his trousers open, and he groaned at the anticipated freedom. He wanted her hands on him, but he didn’t trust himself to go slow if she touched him now. He’d have her in seconds, have her skirt pushed up around her waist, have her pinned beneath him, have his cock buried inside her. Fuck. He stilled her hands reluctantly.
    “Not yet,” he murmured, sliding up her body. “You first.”
    She frowned, and he half-laughed. Who knew she’d be demanding? In his fantasies,