“When’s your birthday?” she asks.
“November 13th”
Ruby pulls her phone out of her back pocket and swipes the screen. “I’ll make a note.”
Closing my fingers around Ruby’s hand holding the phone, I place my mouth on hers and press myself closer. Ruby turns her head away and pulls her hand from my grip. “Nice try, Jem.” Ruby nudges my chest with her knees, so I have to step back. She hops off the counter, focusing on the phone as she types, before tucking it back into her pocket.
“Done. Now you can kiss me,” she says, a smile playing around the edge of her mouth.
“Kiss you? After you stripped in front of me earlier, I want to more than kiss you!”
“Uh huh? Stripped?” Ruby slowly pulls her T-shirt over her head and curves her warm body against mine. I run my fingers across her velvet skin and grab her ass. When she wriggles out of her jeans and sits back on the bench, any thoughts about birthdays vanish as my head switches to the things I like to do most with Ruby.