Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Ruby

I’m so nervous I can barely breathe. I’m lying here completely naked. It’s nerve-wracking. No one has ever seen me naked before. But the hunger in Miguel’s dark eyes gives me some desperately needed confidence.

This is really happening.

He’s touching me, his fingers gentle and searching, skimming and teasing. His fingers glide easily through my slick arousal. At least my body knows what to do.

When his finger glances over my clitoris, a shiver courses through me. Then his thumb is there, and he starts rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive flesh, alternating the pressure. He eases my legs farther apart, and then his finger is exploring my opening, probing gently.

When he slips his finger inside me, I suck in a shocked breath.

“Okay?” he asks, and then he kisses me. His lips are soft and coaxing on mine.

“Mm-hmm.” I’m past the ability to make coherent speech.

He chuckles. “You can tell me to stop at any time. If you change your mind—”

“No! Don’t you dare stop.”

He laughs softly as he kisses me. His thumb teases my clitoris relentlessly, distracting me as his finger sinks deeper and deeper. I feel a stretch and a slight burn, but nothing painful. It feels… good. It feels right. Like this is meant to be.

I run my hands up his arms, marveling at how firm his muscles are, like stones beneath his warm skin. I grasp his shoulders, holding on to steady myself.

His finger starts to move easily inside me, sliding in and out. Then he sinks it deeper, and I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He focuses on a spot inside, rubbing gently, but persistently, and soon I feel a tingling warmth blossoming deep inside me.

He pulls back, and we stare into each other’s eyes, our gazes locked.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “Cariño.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiles down at me. “It means, ‘sweetheart or love.’”

He trails kisses across my cheeks, then smiles at me. “I’ve wanted to kiss your freckles since the moment we met.” Then he presses his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly.

When he suddenly rises up and off the bed, I’m about to protest when I realize he’s shoving his briefs down his long legs. Oh, my.

My gaze latches onto his impressive erection.

That’s a whole lot bigger than his finger.

He smiles. “Don’t worry.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

After he kicks off his underwear, he grabs the condom packet off the nightstand and tears it open. He sheathes himself quickly, and then he’s back on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. His warm hand skims past my hip to my knee, and he nudges my legs apart so he can rest between them.

He leans down and kisses me, his lips soft and coaxing. He trails kisses down my throat to my chest.

I’m trembling when I watch him take hold of his erection and guide it to my opening. My pulse races, and I close my eyes.

“Ruby.”

I look up to find him gazing down at me.

“It’s okay, honey. Just keep your eyes on me.” And then he moves forward, slowly sinking into me.

There’s pressure and a slight stretching and burn, and then with a little bit of a determined push, he slides into me. I stiffen in surprise at the sudden sting, a pinching feeling, but then it eases just as quickly.

He lowers his mouth to mine and gently teases my lips. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’m in. The worst is over.”

My muscles are tense, but when he starts to move, gliding in and out, I realize he’s right. This feels… good. There’s no pain, just a delicious fullness. He moves easily now, so slowly, and my body melts.

He kisses me again, drinking in my sighs and all the surprising sounds coming from me. I find myself making sounds I’ve never made before.

He thrusts slowly, gradually building speed. His thumb works my clit, rubbing tiny circles, alternating between firm and soft touches. My body tingles from head to toe as pleasure swells inside me, starting low in my belly, then radiating outward. My muscles tense suddenly as a wave of pleasure sweeps through me, stealing my breath.

He bucks into me, his cries low and rough. When my body clamps down on him, he arches his back, crying out hoarsely as he sinks deep inside me, holding himself there as his muscles lock tight and his erection throbs inside me.

I glance at his expression, tense now, his jaws clenched. His gaze latches onto mine, and I’m shocked by the vulnerability I see in his beautiful obsidian eyes. This means something to him, just as it does to me.

Still inside me Miguel rolls us gently onto our sides. “You okay?” he asks a bit breathlessly.

I nod. “I’m wonderful.”

He kisses my forehead. “Yes, you are.”

* * *

After Miguel disposes of the condom and we clean up in the bathroom, Miguel scoops me into his arms and carries me back to my bed and lays me down.

“Will you stay with me?” I ask.

He smiles. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”

Pumpkin jumps up on to the bed, climbing over us and purring loudly.

Miguel turns me on my side and presses up close behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and tucks me in close.

For the first time all evening, I can finally relax. My body is thrumming, and I feel a delicious, if unfamiliar, ache deep inside.

I lost my virginity tonight. It’s as surprising as it is wonderful. I never expected this to happen. I never dreamed I could ever trust someone this much. I’ve never even met someone who made me want to try. With Miguel, everything feels different. I feel different. Stronger.

I clasp Miguel’s arm to my chest. He makes me feel safe—something no one has ever done before. He also gives me strength to deal with what comes next.

Tomorrow is going to be difficult—I know that. I’ll have to face all the things Miguel told me this evening, about my father—I mean Allen. I keep thinking of him as my father, but this is a man who was willing to kill me to get what he wanted.

And then there’s Edward. How is Edward going to react when he finds out he might be my father? We have a great relationship, and he’s always been there for me, but finding out he’s possibly my father might be a shock.

And then there’s the police detective. I know he’s going to come asking questions, and I dread that.

“Are you okay?” Miguel whispers close to my ear, his breath ruffling my hair.

I shiver. “Yes. I’m just thinking about tomorrow.”

He tightens his arm around my waist. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“I’m going to call Edward tomorrow and ask him to come over. He needs to know the truth.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about Edward. I have a feeling he’s going to be thrilled to welcome you as his daughter.”