She wanted to beg him to do it all now. He was so damn slow about everything, and she was already completely wild and crazy. With every snip of the scissors, the cool metal along her flesh, with his hot gaze on her, his breath against her hair, his tongue on her ear, and that one touch of his hand between her legs—God, yes, she was absolutely insane before he’d even truly started. Do it now, she wanted to scream at him. She’d waited all night and all day. Didn’t he know? Ruby closed her eyes briefly and breathed deeply, willing her body to calm down. “Whatever,” she muttered, feigning disinterest. “I’ve used plenty of vibrators.” She had a feeling Holt would give new meaning to the word vibrator. He circled her nipples, and electricity shot straight to her pussy. “They need to be a little more moist,” he said, a trace of amusement in his voice, as if he knew how hard she was fighting not to quiver and quake and beg. He undid the bra’s center clasp, pushed the cups apart, and when he put his lips on her, she barely stopped the moan in her throat.
