Page 74 of Against The Rules

“Relax, Peaches. I’ve got you.” He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips, which for some reason just gets me even more turned on. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Savannah. You’re going to take me like a good wife, and I’m going to make you addicted to this, do you understand?”

“Oh, god,” I moan, sinking deeper on his cock. He massages my ass, a wicked light in his eyes before his head dips and he sucks on one of my nipples. “I like that,” I whimper.

“That’s because you’re my good girl, aren’t you? I told you I’d make you feel good. I meant it. You’re going to crave this, Savannah, do you understand?”

He pushes my hips down more, and I moan as he fills me, so thick, so good. His finger dips between my cheeks, running along the cleft. I freeze, my eyes flinging wide open.

“It will feel good, I promise.” His voice is soft, and the clear desire in his eyes sets me on fire.

I push my hips down, and he murmurs my name as I take him fully within me.

“That’s my wife,” he grits out, and he puts his hand on my face, our foreheads pressed together.

And then I move, flicking my hips, unable to stay still, needing more, needing to come again.

“Fuck, Savannah, that’s so good.” He reaches between our bodies, finding my clit almost immediately and making me cry out again, beyond words. Unable to think, to move, I pause, nearly undone.

Before I can move on him again, he flips me onto my back, then drives into me.

“Tyler, it feels so good, don’t stop.”

“That’s right. That’s fucking right, it feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice is rough, and goosebumps pebble all over my skin. “You’re so fucking good at taking me. Look at how good you’re taking me, like you were made for me.”

The mouth on this man. He’s driving me crazy, sending me over the edge.

“Harder,” I manage. He slams into me and I see stars, my hands scrabbling along his back. “Tyler, Tyler.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, just that it feels so right, pleasure cresting through my body.

I’m coming in the next instant and he holds me tight, pressing my body to his chest and pumping in and out of me. His rhythm turns frantic and jerky, and I know he’s close too, and I love it. I love how it feels.

How he feels.

“Love you so much,” he grits out, and then he’s coming too, holding me to him like he’ll never let me go.

I’ve never felt so deliciously wrung out and blissful in my entire life.

Except… for that word he used. He couldn’t have really meant it, could he? Maybe he was just caught up in the moment.

When we catch our breath, though, and I watch him watching me, stroking my face with his powerful hands, he says it again.

“I’m in love with you, Savannah Durand.”

I blink, because it’s impossible, isn’t it? “You barely know me.” I manage an awkward laugh.

“I know how I feel. You don’t have to say it back.” That ridiculous, cocksure grin is firmly back in place, and when he moves slightly, I moan as it ignites my sensitive nerves all over again. He kisses my cheek. “I love that noise. I love how silly you can be, how smart you are, and how under it all there’s so much fire.”

“Tyler,” I say slowly, expecting the punch line. There’s no way.

“I want to stay married to you.”

“Is that why you think you’re in love with me? Because we’re married?” Maybe that’s it. Some weird, misguided sense of honor driving him to say all this.

“No, I think I’m in love with you because I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the moment you danced your way into my life at that club in Vegas.” He kisses my other cheek and rolls us to the side, spooning me like he’s never going to let me go. “I think I’m in love with you, Savannah, because you see good in me that not even my family does. Because you stuck up for me like a tiny pitbull at brunch. Because you make me want to be good enough for you, and I’ve been going to therapy to try to make that happen. Anyone else said that? I would’ve brushed them off. You were right, too, it’s helping. Helping me realize I don’t have to be what anyone else expects. It’s going to take some time, but…”

He lifts his upper body up slightly, peeking at my face.

“I’m freaking you out.”

“Nooo,” I say slowly, then turn to face him fully. I need to look at his face when he says all the things to me. “I like you a lot, Tyler. I’m not sure I’m where… you are—”

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