Page 208 of By His Rule

It’s going to take more than a little shift to the side, though. His pants are hiding nothing.

With my hand gripped tightly in his, I’m once again dragged down the hallway until we’re on the wrong side of our hotel room door.

Nothing moves fast enough. The door unlocks too slowly, and despite his rushing, he doesn’t open it quickly enough either.

But then, all the waiting is over and my back collides with the wall beside the door just like it did earlier, only this time, when he presses the length of his body against mine, there is no hesitation, no questions, no nothing but our unfiltered need for each other.

His hands are everywhere and his kiss is wet and dirty, and I am here for all of it.

Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he lifts me from the floor, pinning me against the wall with his hips as he pushes my dress up in search of my ass.

“Oh God.” He was right. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

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LORELEI

“Kian,” I gasp as he grabs my ass in a firm grip, his lips dropping to my neck. “Oh God.”

He smirks, I can feel it against my sensitive skin, but he doesn’t say a word as he continues kissing me. His hips roll, ensuring his dick grinds against me in the most dizzying way.

Suddenly, I understand why he stopped me from stroking him up on the roof. I don’t want to finish like this either. Too many clothes.

“Bedroom,” I force out. “We need—” He sucks on the patch of skin beneath my ear. “Shit. B-bed…room.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Kian says smugly, pulling me from the wall and carrying me across the suite as if I weigh nothing more than a feather.

His stride is calm yet strong, purposeful, confident.

With my fingers twisted in his hair, I drop my lips to his neck and bite.

“Fuck, Temptress,” he groans.

“You’re not the only one with a little bite, Boss.”

I shriek when he drops me, but I quickly recover as my feet hit the ground.

He studies me, his knuckles running down my cheek, over my jaw and then down to my chest.

I moan when he brushes my nipple. I might be wearing a padded bra, but I’m pretty sure there isn’t enough padding in the world to hide what his touch is doing.

“Lorelei,” he rasps as he moves to the other side.

He steps closer, our bodies pressing together as our breaths mingle.

“This dress…” he muses, running his finger over the spaghetti strap resting on my shoulder. “It needs to go. You’ve teased me with what’s hiding beneath, and I need more.”

“You want me to get naked, Boss?”

“No,” he says so firmly it startles me. “I’m going to get you naked.”

Before I can respond, he spins me around. His fingers find the zipper resting between my shoulder blades and he pulls it down slowly.

My breath catches as the sound of our increased breathing fills the air.

“Kian,” I whisper as his knuckles bump down my spine, all the way down to the top of my ass.

I swallow, desperately trying to keep it together as he pushes the straps from my shoulders and lets the fabric drop to my feet.

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