This
time, their kiss wasn't just a tease. Ruby stood close, her hips not
quite touching his. Her hands rested on his cheeks, her fingers in
his hair. Asher held her waist, his chest resting against hers. Ruby
opened her cherry colored lips, sighing contentedly. Her breath
tickled Asher's lips making them tingle excitedly. One second more,
delighting in the titillating nearness, he closed the last fraction
of an inch that separated their waiting mouths. The noises around
them faded into a blur of muffled sound, creating an impersonal
backdrop to the scene playing out between them.
Asher's
tongue swept into her mouth, teasing hers. Ruby opened more and he
deepened the kiss. She tasted like strawberries and cherry Coke, a
combination he found intoxicating. Her perfume was soft and dusky,
making him think of dried rose petals. Her hands moved to his waist,
circling around. His heart raced as she pulled him closer, bringing
his hips to hers. He couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping him.
Someone
cleared his throat nearby. Asher opened his eyes, turning toward the
sound.
"Sorry,
my friend," the stage manager said. "But we've got to clean
up. Looks like you need a more private venue to continue."
"Aw,
hell," Asher groaned. He found he'd already unbuttoned Ruby's
blouse.
She
wore a silk shell beneath it, but his hands were on her breasts and
the throbbing member in his pants could no longer be disguised by his
shirt.
"I'm
so sorry," he mumbled to Ruby. Putting his arm around her
shoulders, he led her to the dressing room area. "Pardon me for
mauling you in a public place," he whispered. "Seems I
don't have the self-control I've always prided myself on."
"Did
I seem to mind?" She toyed with his collar, rubbing her hips
invitingly against his.
Asher
leaned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. His
knee slipped between her legs as he lowered his mouth to hers once
more.
"Nope."
"Get
a room," Hansel said as he walked by. "You're making me
horny and Gabe is out of town."
"Sod
off," Asher replied, flipping him the bird.
The
others wandered past. The women spoke, the men didn't. Once they'd
all gone, Asher sighed.
"Nothing
like an entire theatre of chaperones to break a man's concentration."
"You
seem to be doing just fine."
"But
I'm not getting lucky tonight."
"Did
you expect to?"
"Not
really, but I remain hopeful."
"You
just want to try that suggestion on the card."
"I'm
a guy. . . ."
"You
say that like it's a bad thing."
"Just
hoping for forgiveness."
Ruby
yanked on his belt loop, pulling him closer. "Can I tell you a
secret?"
"Sure."
He nipped her earlobe, his fingers trailing down her arm.
"Women
like sex too."
He
stopped nipping at her, meeting her gaze, surprised she'd say such a
thing.
"Really,
it's true! Only we're not always as quick to give in to those urges."
"You
like to torture the men in your life."
She
laughed, arching her neck. Asher couldn't resist the temptation of
that long expanse of lush skin. His mouth descended. Ruby inhaled
sharply as he licked her throat.
"We
don't want to be slutty," she whispered.
"I
don't think you're slutty." His words were muffled by his mouth
on her neck.
Ruby
pushed at his chest, sliding away from him. Asher groaned, nearly
banging his head on the wall.
"Are
you okay?"
He
chuckled, shaking his head. "Nothing an hour in bed with you
wouldn't cure. Swear to god, Doc, you make me so hot, I can't stand
it."
She
put her hand on his forehead. "You're feverish again. You need
to go back to bed."
Asher
pulled her close. Ruby lost her balance, falling into his embrace.
"That's what I was tryin' to do, but you won't let me."
"By
yourself. To sleep."
"Yeah,
I know. Don't stop me wishing."
His
Southern accent was much stronger when he was aroused. The musicality
of his words played at Ruby, making her think of lapping waves and
swaying palm trees.
"I'll
go. On one condition."
"Depends
on the condition," she replied.
"You
promise we'll go out on a real date tomorrow. The clinic is closed.
I'm not workin'."
"A
real date. Okay. What do you have in mind, Mr. Wilkinson?"
"I
dunno, Doctor—what's your last name anyhow?"
She
closed her eyes, sighing. "I hoped you'd read my card and see."
"I
was feverish, Doc."
"Ruby
Diamond."
"Aw,
Doc, you're kidding. Your folks saddled you with a name like that?"
"It
gets worse. My middle name is Pearl."
"Were
they drinkin'? Or stoned or somethin'? How do you give a pretty
little baby girl a name like 'at?"
"Believe
me, I've asked myself that a million times. I never got a chance to
ask them. They were both killed when I was small. My grandparents
raised me."
His
arms wound around her, drawing her body close. "Doctor Ruby
Pearl Diamond, you are, indeed, a very precious gem of a woman. I
really wanna get to know the lady with the jewel of a name."
"I'd
like that too, Asher. You know my guilty secret name, what's yours?"
"Who
says I have one?"
Ruby
eyed him, arms crossing her chest. “You felt sorry for me. No one
has ever been that sympathetic about my name, which leads me to
believe yours is as bad or worse.”
He
straightened, face full of disgust. "You had to ask. Well, you
told me yours, reckon I can tell you mine."
She
waited patiently, chin raised, lips inviting. He'd far rather kiss
her again than tell her his name. If his friends ever found out,
they'd tease him unmercifully for the rest of his life.
"You
can't tell anyone," he whispered. "Or I will be forced to
kill myself and you don't want that on your conscience."
"I'd
hate to be responsible for the death and subsequent mortification of
such a finely sculpted body."
It
took him a second work through since the majority of his blood
pounded in his lower regions. "Fine." He leaned closer,
lips by her ear. "Gaylord," he mumbled.
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