Page 28 of Love’s a Script (Hearts Collide #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Clothing was removed between passionate kisses, tossed over shoulders and kicked to the side until they stood only in their underwear. Ruben’s hands wandered over Mary, brushing the soft flesh of her arms, stomach, hips.

“Mary,” he rasped against her mouth to assure himself this was all real, that she was here.

Her touch roused a fire that urged him to get her to his room.

When they arrived at the foot of his bed, he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders and bent to kiss her throat, her breastbone.

There, he felt her heart fiercely beat against his lips.

He unfastened her bra and let it fall to marvel at how she fit in his hands.

He thumbed her perfect nipples—shades darker than her sepia skin—into stiff, wanting points.

Again, he breathed her name. Her fingers found purchase in his short curls when he drew her nipple into his mouth and fondled her thighs. Her moans cascaded over his head. He wasn’t sure how long he spent adoring her before she pushed at his shoulders.

At first, he thought she was pulling away, that she’d had a change of heart, but her molten gaze said differently.

She fell backward onto his bed but stayed him with a hand.

While looking up at him, she shifted until she was lying on her forearms in the middle of the mattress with her legs bent and her knees slightly open.

“Stroke yourself,” she said, her voice breathy, husky.

Ruben didn’t think he’d heard her correctly until uncertainty clouded her eyes.

He quickly released his erection from his boxer briefs, and her eyes flared as he licked his palm and gave himself a languid pull.

He couldn’t have known how affecting it was to watch someone watch him, but his dick grew harder under her study.

“Slowly,” she whispered, her focus still on him as one of her hands disappeared down the front of her underwear. Her honey hair was tousled around her face, her lips parted on shaky breaths.

All intelligible thoughts scattered into a useless pile, and he propped one of his legs onto the edge of the bed to better twist and draw his hand up and down his shaft.

“Take those off,” he said of her panties.

“Ask nicely.”

Something jostled in his chest with the gentle command. “Let me see you, love.”

She shook her head slowly.

“You teasing me?” he asked.

She gave him a lazy smile, and her lids fell to half-mast as the small circles she made over her sensitive bud increased in speed. He wanted to do that for her. He wanted to get her off. “Can’t wait to feel you,” he told her, tightening his grip around his dick, imagining it was her.

“Maybe this is all I want to do,” she said.

He smiled, slowing his stroke. “You sure? I’ll do a better job than your fingers.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper now.

“I’ll start with my mouth, get you all nice and?—”

“Okay, do it,” she said desperately, and it was as if a starting pistol went off. Ruben dropped to his knees and pulled Mary by her hips to the edge of the bed where, with hurried hands, he removed her underwear.

She was already so wet, so supple, and when he buried his face against her, he had to force himself to take his time. He breathed her in, tasted her, dragging his lips all over her.

“Ruben,” she moaned, pressing up toward him.

He drew back to view the perfection her arousal and his mouth had created. “Stunning.”

He lightly brushed his fingers across her clit, and a tremor passed through her body.

He continued with this caress and carefully watched her face to find the right pressure and her favorite spot.

She grew louder, her brows knitted together, and just as her body began to tense, he withdrew all contact.

Mary gasped, reeling up to look at him. She stammered, confused, but before she could protest, he was touching her again. Massaging, circling, tapping her responsive clit. He got her back to the edge where her head fell to the mattress, and she was pinching her nipples.

“Right there, don’t stop,” she said, but like before, he didn’t let pleasure engulf her.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” she said, outraged, her eyes wild and her breathing heavy. “You can’t.”

He smiled. “Okay,” he said as he kissed the thickest part of her inner thigh and gave his dick a placating stroke. Her building frustration would make the end more blissful.

“Ruben, I’m serious. I want…”

Her words died as he returned his attention to her pussy, sliding his middle finger inside of her and using his thumb to care for her clit.

She watched him where he stoked her arousal, and sweet sounds spilled from her lips.

Seeing her this uninhibited and enraptured in desire was breathtaking.

But again, as soon as she was close, he denied her a climax.

“Ruben,” she cried. “Please, please, just…”

“What, love? What do you want? Tell me.”

“Let me come. Make me come.”

Part of him wanted them to remain suspended in this lust purgatory.

It felt safe, predictable, and unburdened by the emotions that surely would follow a release.

But he also needed to see and feel Mary reach her peak.

He needed her satiated. With driving fingers and a tongue that now craved her, Ruben let pleasure grow.

He didn’t let up. She writhed under him, and her hands dug into his forearm.

“There you go, beautiful,” he whispered. “That’s it.”

Mary’s moans escalated until she came completely undone with his name on her lips.

* * *

When Ruben told Mary he needed to get a condom from his medicine cabinet, she expected him to leave and quickly return.

Instead, without breaking their kiss, he hauled her into his arms as he got up from the bed and took her along.

Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he carried her, and she pressed kisses to his face and neck, making a game of trying to find every freckle.

She breathed the scent of his crisp shower gel still detectable on his skin.

“I’m ready to feel you around me,” Ruben said when they’d reached the bathroom and procured the sought item.

Even with her recent orgasm, Mary was delirious with anticipation too.

The weight of his erection pushed up against her, and she wound her hips in a circle to temper her desire until they could reach the bed.

But they never made it that far. Ruben stopped in the hallway and pinned her to a wall, and she didn’t realize he intended to fuck her right there until he was fumbling to open the foil-packaged condom with his teeth.

She helped him put it on, then he took a beat, pushing her mussed hair out of the way to look at her intensely as if cataloguing the moment, her face.

“Fuck me,” she whispered more as an interjection than a command, but Ruben kissed her then brought his forehead to hers as he eased himself into her pussy. Their mouths dropped open when his dick fully settled inside of her. They were motionless for a time, clinging to each other.

“You good?” he asked, his voice strained.

She managed to nod, and he began guiding her along his length.

They started slow, not to any particular rhythm.

It was like they were exploring the contours of the position.

His tongue swept the hollow of her throat, she gently caught his earlobe between her teeth, and their lips brushed any skin they met.

Friction built and sparks flew, urging them to quicken their pace to where the sound of their flesh slapping on the downward stroke echoed in the hallway.

“Talk to me, Mary,” he said earnestly. “You like this?”

She would have laughed at a question with such an obvious answer if she weren’t in the throes of the experience, unable to do anything but feel and whimper, “You fit so good.”

He groaned while his strokes became more fervent. The cool wall against her back was of little reprieve from the heat and sweat being created between their bodies.

“Just like that,” she told him as there was an upshift toward orgasm. “Fuck me just like that.”

His dark eyes held hers as he remained steadfast with his speed and arrangement.

She wanted to look away; her heart felt like it was thrashing against her ribcage, but she was too close.

She held on for dear life as she turned hot and incoherent.

Any sort of control she had was lost as she rode the wave to euphoria.

She shut her eyes and found a kaleidoscopic display that brightened until all she saw was white.