sandals, shoved them into the glove box, and slammed the thing shut.
Glaring at him, she settled back into her seat. “There. Happy now? See you at the Spring Fling.”
“That’s a good girl. Funny thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Looks like you locked the glove box. And I don’t have the key.”
Mark handed the Ferrari keys to the valet at the Ritz. The luxury resort was located on a dramatic piece of coastline in Half Moon Bay. Reluctantly, Ruby took his hand as he led her to the front steps.
The girl was on edge. With her neat hairdo, prim dress, and shiny clutch, she was sensibility personified. The only thing that gave away her sexy side was the strappy heels on her dainty feet.
He wondered what happened to that girl he’d met nine days ago. Now she had a wall around her ten feet thick. So much different from that woman who’d melted in his arms on the patio.
But it was all a facade. There was a connection between them, nearly tangible, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to have her belonging to him once again.
He was known for his patience, but he’d been waiting for this all week, and their time apart felt like the longest foreplay ever. He was ready to explode.
They entered the grand lobby of the Ritz, but instead of heading for the restaurant, Mark pulled her into a side hallway.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
“This.” He pressed her back against a wall and kissed her. It took all of two seconds before she started kissing him back, wrapping his neck in her cool hand and holding him steady. Her little tongue tasted him, gently at first and then more eagerly. Yes… here she was, here was that girl who’d given herself to him last week.
He pressed his hips against her, showing her exactly how much she turned him on. His cock was hard and heavy, and for a moment he considered just booking a room, ordering room service, and spending the night fucking her senseless.
Instead he continued to kiss her, running his hands through her hair, trickily loosening the strands of her ponytail so he could bury his fists in the silky black waves.
When he pulled away he was happy to see a small smile on her face. It was her first one of the night; score one for team St. Crow.
She put a hand to her head. “What did you do to my hair?”
“I like it down.”
“It’s a mess.”
“It’s perfect.” He heard the sounds of footsteps so he stepped back. Blushing, Ruby looked to the side, her silhouette casual, as the strangers passed them.
When the intruders had gone, he brought the back of her wrist to his lips and kissed it. Her skin tasted sweet and decadent, like chocolate. “You know you can trust me to never push you too far in public. I need you to trust me, Ruby.”
She looked at him for what seemed like forever before she shook her head in apparent wonderment. “Yes. Somehow I do know that I can trust you. I must be crazy.”
“No. You just like what I do to you, don’t you?”
“You mean make me question my sanity? Actually, no. Not so much,” she said, and then she laughed, a nervous little chuckle that made his cock twitch.
“You’re not questioning your sanity. You’re questioning your intense need to give yourself over to me.”
“You forget that I was with a bondage expert for nearly a year. I’m not some novice groupie.”
He leaned closer. “Tell me. How do we compare? Me and him ? Now that you’ve had a glimpse of true surrender, what do you think?”
He saw the struggle in her eyes and wondered if she would answer him. But then she shrugged. “I like it. With you, you cocky bastard. It scares me how much I like it.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” He brought her into his arms. “No need to be scared. You trust me, remember?”
She laughed against his chest. “I barely know you.”
But when she said the words, he realized he wanted that all to change; he wanted to get to know her. But fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her, not Ruby. The very nature of his life
Glaring at him, she settled back into her seat. “There. Happy now? See you at the Spring Fling.”
“That’s a good girl. Funny thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Looks like you locked the glove box. And I don’t have the key.”
Mark handed the Ferrari keys to the valet at the Ritz. The luxury resort was located on a dramatic piece of coastline in Half Moon Bay. Reluctantly, Ruby took his hand as he led her to the front steps.
The girl was on edge. With her neat hairdo, prim dress, and shiny clutch, she was sensibility personified. The only thing that gave away her sexy side was the strappy heels on her dainty feet.
He wondered what happened to that girl he’d met nine days ago. Now she had a wall around her ten feet thick. So much different from that woman who’d melted in his arms on the patio.
But it was all a facade. There was a connection between them, nearly tangible, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to have her belonging to him once again.
He was known for his patience, but he’d been waiting for this all week, and their time apart felt like the longest foreplay ever. He was ready to explode.
They entered the grand lobby of the Ritz, but instead of heading for the restaurant, Mark pulled her into a side hallway.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
“This.” He pressed her back against a wall and kissed her. It took all of two seconds before she started kissing him back, wrapping his neck in her cool hand and holding him steady. Her little tongue tasted him, gently at first and then more eagerly. Yes… here she was, here was that girl who’d given herself to him last week.
He pressed his hips against her, showing her exactly how much she turned him on. His cock was hard and heavy, and for a moment he considered just booking a room, ordering room service, and spending the night fucking her senseless.
Instead he continued to kiss her, running his hands through her hair, trickily loosening the strands of her ponytail so he could bury his fists in the silky black waves.
When he pulled away he was happy to see a small smile on her face. It was her first one of the night; score one for team St. Crow.
She put a hand to her head. “What did you do to my hair?”
“I like it down.”
“It’s a mess.”
“It’s perfect.” He heard the sounds of footsteps so he stepped back. Blushing, Ruby looked to the side, her silhouette casual, as the strangers passed them.
When the intruders had gone, he brought the back of her wrist to his lips and kissed it. Her skin tasted sweet and decadent, like chocolate. “You know you can trust me to never push you too far in public. I need you to trust me, Ruby.”
She looked at him for what seemed like forever before she shook her head in apparent wonderment. “Yes. Somehow I do know that I can trust you. I must be crazy.”
“No. You just like what I do to you, don’t you?”
“You mean make me question my sanity? Actually, no. Not so much,” she said, and then she laughed, a nervous little chuckle that made his cock twitch.
“You’re not questioning your sanity. You’re questioning your intense need to give yourself over to me.”
“You forget that I was with a bondage expert for nearly a year. I’m not some novice groupie.”
He leaned closer. “Tell me. How do we compare? Me and him ? Now that you’ve had a glimpse of true surrender, what do you think?”
He saw the struggle in her eyes and wondered if she would answer him. But then she shrugged. “I like it. With you, you cocky bastard. It scares me how much I like it.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” He brought her into his arms. “No need to be scared. You trust me, remember?”
She laughed against his chest. “I barely know you.”
But when she said the words, he realized he wanted that all to change; he wanted to get to know her. But fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her, not Ruby. The very nature of his life
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