Page 47 of Against The Rules

I shiver, my eyes half-closing, a small moan parting my lips.

“See?” he asks, and his breath whispers over my forehead. His hands go lower, brushing the top of my butt. I arch into him slightly, liking it too much, knowing I shouldn’t.

Knowing this is a terrible idea.

“See what?” I ask, surprised I’m not slurring, practically drugged by his proximity, by his huge body brushing against mine.

His fingers creep down, and he palms my ass, causing me to gasp, causing me to want more.

“Juicy, like a peach. And I bet it’s just as smooth.” He kneads my butt lightly, and another moan escapes my mouth.

“You keep making that sound, Savannah, and I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m going to kiss you, taste you, and then I swear to god, I’m going to make you make that sound so many fucking times.” His lips brush the edge of my ear and I tremble, his fingers digging into my flesh through the flimsy material of my dress. Without underwear, I’m all too aware of his touch, of how good his hands feel on my body.

All it would take is a nudge, and I could give him access to all of me.

I swallow hard, trying to make myself stay quiet. Trying to banish that thought.

This isn’t real.

“Is this part of your sexy lessons?” I make myself ask, because I have to ask. I have to know if he’s just… toying with me.

Disappointment tastes bitter in my mouth.

He’s still rubbing my ass, then he stops, his eyes widening.

At first, I think it’s because of my question… until he groans.

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

It’s not a question. Familiar, delicious heat builds deep inside me, everything clenching in a delirious high. I’m starting not to care if this thing… this attraction between us is fake or not. Or how bad it’s going to hurt when we end our fucked up little arrangement.

I want him, and it’s taking over my better judgment.

All my judgment.

“Is this part of our sexy lessons?” I make myself ask again. Is he playing with me? What is this?

Do I care?

“Oh, Peaches.” He nibbles a line down my neck, and I grip his hips to keep from falling over. “Tell me you were such a good fucking girl and that you listened. Tell me you didn’t wear underwear.”

My fingers spasm on his hips, and he rocks slightly into me. His breath is hot under my ear, and pleasure ripples through me. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t want to do this.

But I move my legs apart and stare up at him, daring him. Desperate to see what he’ll do next.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” I say quietly.

His eyes close, a pained expression on his face. “Fucking hell, Savannah. Tell me I can kiss you. I want to taste you all fucking over.”

“There you two are!”

Tyler’s mom’s voice echoes through the trees, and we break apart. Her voice is the equivalent of a bucket of ice water on my nearly out-of-control desire, and I take another step back from Ty.

“You are so cute. Oh, young love.” She beams at us, clearly pleased to have found us arm in arm.

I’m just glad she didn’t find him with his fingers up my dress, which now, of course, I can’t stop thinking about.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she says, clearly not sorry at all. “I wanted to know if you two want to go into the city with me and Ken. We want to squeeze some sight-seeing in before we head home. I know that’s not your thing, Tyler, but maybe Savannah can convince you?”

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