Page 53 of Grumpy Boss in Love
I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the outline of her nipples in her tight pink t-shirt. They were at eye level, so it was impossible to keep my eyes off her breasts. My gaze flitted between the puckered beads and her face.
“Ruby, what are you doing?” My voice was husky, thick with my battle to stay in control and not touch her.
She didn’t say a word. She just placed her hands on my shoulders and brought her body closer to mine. Did she know what she was doing to me? The havoc she wrecked on my senses? She leaned forward and her lips grazed mine. I remained completely still for a moment, basking in the warmth of her mouth on mine and allowing the battle raging in my mind to play out.
Should I stop her? Maybe she was feeling overly emotional after almost dying. Or should I take what I had wanted for a while? In the end, my concern for her overpowered my desire because I really did care about her. With great effort, I pulled away from her and got up. I ignored the way my body brushed against hers and took a few retreating steps.
“Ruby, you’re not thinking clearly. You’re emotional after…” Raking my fingers through my hair, I finished, “Maybe you should think about this first.” I folded my arms across my chest as if that could help me resist temptation.
She blinked at me. “There’s nothing to think about, Elliot. I want this. I want you.” Pink bloomed in her cheeks and her pearly whites sank into her lower lip. Uncertainty clouded her expression. “Unless you don’t want to. In which case, this will be so embarrassing.”
Ruby looked horrified and ready to bolt. I almost laughed at her thinking I didn’t want her. I wasdyingto have her ever since our hot kiss in the back of that limo. Maybe even before that. I quickly put her at ease. “I want to.” Resisting till now had taken the patience of a monk. Honestly, I didn’t know how I managed to pull away.
“Then what’s wrong?” she asked in a small, doubtful voice.
“I…” I had nothing because at that moment all I wanted was what she offered. Unfolding my arms, I let out a resigned sigh. Praying she didn’t regret this in the morning, I covered the distance between us and wrapped an arm around her waist. I pulled her close and pressed my mouth to hers, swallowing her startled gasp.
20
RUBY
Elliot thought I was reacting solely to my jumbled emotions after a near tragedy. Maybe adrenaline still lingered in my system, but I really did want him. After almost crossing the line with him weeks ago, not a day passed when I didn’t wonder what sex with him would be like.
The way he tried to be the gentleman and protect me just now made me even hotter for him. He really did care about me. And kissing him felt so good, even better than I remembered. So I threw myself into the moment. I melted against him with a soft moan and wound my arms around his shoulders.
His gentle coaxing movements became more voracious by the second and my knees got weaker. The arm he had around me slid lower so he could scoop me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and I couldn’t help grinding my hips against the bulge at his crotch. The unyielding hardness spurred my arousal, and I rubbed against it again.
Elliot growled deep in his throat in response and tore his mouth from mine to capture my gaze. I stared into blue eyes that seemed darker, clouded by carnal need. “Keep that up and my control will be done for,” he said.
“Really?” I breathed, my interest rising. Elliot losing his precious control? That I’d like to see.
As if reading my mind, or maybe it was my sly smirk that gave me away, he groaned and muttered, “Of course, you’d test my boundaries in every situation.”
I grinned because why would he expect any less? I teased him mercilessly in every other scenario. Why stop now? “Bed,” I whispered.
Instead of going in that direction, he took a few steps toward the window and laid me on the bench. It was cushioned and big enough for both of us. I’d get a view of the storm raging outside while we created our own hot and heavy tempest inside. Perfect.
Elliot kneeled between my legs and whipped his shirt over his head. I salivated at the sight of his toned chest and rippled abdomen. It was like every sinew and muscle were carefully carved by a gifted sculptor. I couldn’t resist reaching up to run my palms over his skin. Velvet over steel, that’s what it felt like.
My fingertips moved lower and traipsed over his stomach. His muscles bunched under my touch. Then he interrupted my exploration to pull my top off and then my shorts. I didn’t mind because while I enjoyed touching him, I was eager to feel him inside me. I was nervous, too. My v-card was finally getting ditched. I never imagined Elliot Sinclair… Westwood would be my first lover. I was convinced that I hated him. I’d never been so wrong about something in my life.
As he slowly slid my panties off, a case of nerves set in and my breaths erupted in short spurts. I felt vulnerable, timid, yet excited. Elliot paused to give me a slow assessment. His hot gaze moved over my chest, dipped to take in the rest of my torso, then lower to linger between my legs. My teeth sank into my lower lip so hard that I almost drew blood. My chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. Only his eyes were on me and I was ready to combust. Surely, I’d explode with his slightest touch.
His gaze traveled up my body to lock with mine again. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
My heart melted. Even in the heat of the moment, he still considered my emotional well-being. He risked his life to save mine, and he was still looking out for me. I was positive that I wanted him to be my first, even though the only thing between us was a contract marriage. “I won’t, but there’s something you should know.”
His eyes flickered back up to meet mine. I gulped, embarrassed to make the confession. But he had a right to know he’d be my first lover, right? “I’ve, uh… never done this before.”
Elliot blinked. “You mean… what exactly?”
Blowing out a breath, I embraced my embarrassment and mumbled, “I’m a virgin.”
His eyes bulged. The silence that ensued was made doubly awkward because he was still poised between my legs, and I wascompletelyexposed to him. Finally, he grunted, “Huh.”
I frowned. “Huh, you don’t care orhuh, you’re freaked out and want to stop?” I peered at him, trying to gauge his expression.
After only a moment’s hesitation, satisfaction settled on his face. He kicked off his jeans and lowered himself to hover over me. “Don’t care,” he whispered. “But thanks for telling me.”