Instead he drew his finger out of her mouth and traced a soft line across her bottom lip. He cupped her face, and she twisted to kiss his palm. When she met his gaze her eyes glistened with something so true it made him ache.
“Will I see you again?” she whispered. “After you’re done recording here?” She seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for his answer.
He touched the side of her mouth with his thumb. “I can’t make any promises. It wouldn’t be fair.”
She exhaled. “Good.”
“Good?”
She nodded. “Then you can leave and not say good-bye, like I asked. Because there’s a chance you’ll be back. Someday.”
Their gazes locked until the waiter appeared, and they broke apart as he placed two plates of food on the table.
Some kind of intense silence hung over them as they began to eat. He was sure she felt it, too, this connection between them. They were in a restaurant, and yet it seemed the rest of the world didn’t exist.
After they’d finished half their meals he topped off her wineglass. He then broke off another piece of chocolate and placed it on her tongue.
He took a sip of wine but didn’t swallow. Then he leaned in and kissed her, letting the wine spill into her mouth. Her body slackened as she swallowed, and he pulled back to look into her eyes.
Her lids fluttered open slowly. He sucked in a breath. She was so fucking turned on, he could see it in the deep blue of her eyes; he could see everything there.
And it was too much. There was a sense of urgency thrumming through his veins, and he couldn’t ignore it. He wasn’t sure if it was the time restraint or just being with her that did him in, and at the moment it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was being inside Ruby making her his. Now.
Running the pad of his finger over the back of her hand, he felt her tremble. “Ruby. I want you to go into the bathroom and get yourself ready for me.”
Her gaze darted around the room quickly before landing back on his.
“Go on now, baby. I want you.”
“You want me to what?”
“Any way I can have you. Now, hurry.”
Her mouth twitched in a hidden smile. “Yes, Mark.”
Yes, Mark. Every time she said that the throbbing in his cock jumped up a notch. And his hammering heart did, too.
“Go into the bathroom and lift up your skirt. Take off your panties. Then touch yourself, masturbate until you are about to come. But don’t.”
She narrowed her eyes, and he saw how badly she wanted to come. Needed to come. He watched the flush on her cheeks spread to her upper chest, saw her glance dart down the hallway to where the restrooms were. She didn’t need much more encouragement.
“Go.”
One last glance at him and she slid out of the booth, taking her purse with her. He watched her walk away.
Running a hand over his scalp, he tried to be patient. He imagined Ruby in the bathroom, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her hand between her legs. She’d be wet, on edge within minutes. He’d made sure of it.
She wasn’t the only one on edge.
He took another few sips of wine; they hadn’t even finished half a bottle, but he didn’t care about the wine. He just wanted to be with Ruby. With her. Inside her.
Instead he stared out the window at the sailboats bobbing on the bay. Waited for his erection to subside so he could actually walk through the dining room without scaring people.
The bill hadn’t arrived, but he threw a wad of cash on the table and stood. His heart thudded as he made his way down a carpeted hallway. There were two unisex bathrooms, and he knocked softly on the first door.
“Ruby?” he murmured.
A second later the door popped open. He stepped inside and turned the lock. Her back was to him, and she was bent over, her legs spread wide. Her beautiful pussy glistened, waiting. For him.
“Goddamn, Ruby. You’re…” He trailed off. She was too good for words.
Her hair hung loose around her face as she glanced over her shoulder. “I did what you said, Mark. I masturbated, but I didn’t let myself come. I waited for you, but I can’t wait much longer.”
He jerked a condom out of his pocket and tugged his jeans down. “I’m here, I’m right here.” Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pulled her to him. He entered her in a smooth, slippery motion that made her cry out. With her head thrown back, her hair draped nearly to her waist. He wrapped the length in his fist, tugged gently, and she moaned.
He withdrew and slid in, again and again, until she was begging, crying out, meeting his thrusts with a jarring force, as if she couldn’t get it deep enough, hard enough.
“Yeah, baby. Perfect; you’re perfect. Just like that.”