Page 46 of Billionaire Unloved

He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want you. But you’re a virgin, Ruby.”

“I understand. It’s probably not very appealing if I can’t please you.”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he grunted. “I care about whether I know how to pleasure a virgin. And if I’m the right guy to take your virginity away from you.”

“I want it to be you,” I argued softly. “And you can’t take it if I’m already offering it to you.”

He let out a short, guttural sound as he lowered his head to my shoulder and said, “Then God help me, because I’m going to be the man who does.”


I knew I was totally and completely fucked.

For me, once I’d made Ruby mine, there was going to be no going back.

I lifted my head, my body still tense as I sat back down on the couch and pulled Ruby’s soft, feminine, and willing body onto my lap.

It wasn’t going to happen tonight, and it may not happen for weeks. But eventually, Ruby Kent was going to be mine.

“I don’t want to squash your leg,” Ruby squealed as she made herself comfortable, trying to make sure she wasn’t on top of my bum knee.

My leg didn’t hurt nearly as much as my engorged, aching dick right now.

“You’re fine. Keep still,” I demanded. If she didn’t stop grinding her beautiful ass against my hard-on, I was going to have a harder time being patient.

And Ruby was going to require all the finesse I had.

My first objective was just to make her comfortable with being touched and sharing her personal space with me.

After that, I’d have to play it by ear.

All I knew was I wanted her to trust me, and that wasn’t going to happen by me bending her over the nearest object and fucking her until my gut-gnawing need for her was satiated.

I wished her uncle was still alive so I could make him die painfully for all that he’d done to hurt Ruby, but this wasn’t about me. It was about her, and what Ruby needed now was somebody to trust, and somebody who cared about her.

And she had both of those things with me.

Just the thought of somebody hurting a hair on her head made me crazy, so I couldn’t even think about what had been done to her as an innocent child.

She’s so fucking beautiful!

If I wanted to be honest, I’d admit that I’d been screwed since the very first time I’d seen her, and it was about time I got totally real. And it wasn’t just because her beautiful body had been on display. What had grabbed my balls and squeezed them until it was painful was the way Ruby had been able to keep her chin up, and was unwilling to let no one see her emotions. She had been terrified, but she didn’t give anybody the satisfaction of knowing just how scared she was.

I’d admired her courage since day one, and I still did. But now I also loved her intelligence, her humor, and just about every damn thing about her.

She could probably tell me to fuck off, and I’d love that, too.

“Are we going to have sex tonight?” she asked.

I loved her newfound candor, and my cock was beyond ready to have sex with her. But my brain definitely wasn’t.

Putting my hand behind her head, I pulled her down to kiss the gorgeous lips that had been tempting me all damn night.

A tiny squeak of pleasure vibrated against my mouth, and all I could think about was making her crazy with need. I wanted to hear her moans as I drew her closer and closer to climax.

As I released her mouth, I said, “We’re going to take this slow, Ruby. There’s so much more to being pleasured than just a fuck.”

She didn’t have a clue how good an orgasm could feel, and I wanted to teach her every way she could get there.

“I’ve read books,” she said with a sigh. “But it only explains the physiological things.”

“You still don’t touch yourself?” I asked.

“Only a few times while I’ve been with you. I feel like my body is waking up to sensations I’ve never had before. But I’m not quite sure what to do.”

“No foreplay in high school? Not even first or second base?”

“I never even got into the stadium,” she said unhappily. “I wasn’t the pretty, cheerleader type, so most guys gave me a wide berth. And even if they hadn’t, I wasn’t allowed to date until I was sixteen, and that was the year my parents died. And honestly, I had no desire to get close to anybody male except my dad.”