Her hand dropped from his. He was afraid that he’d said something wrong, but she replaced her hand with her whole being.

That was what it felt like, anyway, her arms around his neck and her chest pressed against his. He was painfully aware of her half nudity, of her fluttering dress and naked belly, of the soft swell of her almost-naked breasts against his skin. None of that seemed to matter, however, when she lifted her mouth to his and began relentlessly kissing him. He still tasted of her, but that didn’t seem to matter as her mouth sought his. Her hands were once again tangled in his hair, but instead of holding him between her legs, she was holding him in her arms.

This kiss was entirely of Ruby’s making, so Spencer allowed himself the luxury of letting her take over. His whole body ached with the need to be inside her, but not nearly as much as his chest ached to have her so willingly and enthusiastically near.

“Just when I think you can’t get any better, you go and say something like that.” She sucked in a deep and gasping breath as he pulled away. “Yes, Spencer. You can take me to the bedroom and do whatever you want with me. I’m completely yours.”

He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d stayed in the guest room before. It was tiny, more of a closet than an actual bedroom, with a full-size bed against one wall and piles of outgrown baby toys in the other, but that didn’t seem to matter as he and Ruby shoved their way inside. Just having her spread out on a bed in front of him was enough. She’d shed the rest of her clothes somewhere along the way, her naked body a vision from every angle. There was no inhibition in her, no attempt to shield or apologize for anything she had to offer. Spencer suspected it had to do with having been on display in some form or another since she was a kid, but he also attributed it to something innate in Ruby. She possessed something so sublimely accepting, a lack of concern for mundane things like breasts and nipples and legs so long he thought he might get lost in them.

“Fuck me,” he said, unable to look away from her.

“I’m trying. If you don’t mind a few pointers, I suggest you start by taking off your clothes. We can see where the mood takes us from there.”