Page 155 of My Rules

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know what take it slow means.”

Her eyes hold mine.

“You’re going to have to spell it out for me because ...” I widen my eyes. “I’m hanging on to my control by a thread here.”

“I ...” She looks around, as if for divine guidance. “I don’t actually know either.”

“What do you know?”

“That I didn’t want to say good night yet.”

I dust my thumb over her bottom lip as I stare into her big, beautiful eyes. “Am I”—I lean down and kiss her; my lips gently brush over hers—“allowed to do this?”

Her eyes close as the heat from our kiss steals my breath.

Holy fuck, she’s on fire.

She nods softly.

“Yes?” I ask for clarification. “This is okay?”

I kiss her again, and she smiles. “Yes,” she breathes.

Our breath is ragged and echoing around the room. A million thoughts are screaming around me, but as her lips touch mine, they evaporate into nothing.

A peaceful abyss.

We kiss again, this time deeper, and I begin to lose control as I grab her behind and drag her onto me.

She whimpers against my lips, and the feel of her satin nightdress up against me starts a fire that I have no hope of controlling.

I fall back onto the couch and drag her down to straddle me. Our kiss turns frantic, and with my hands on her hip bones, I drag her over my hard cock.

Ring, ring.

Ring, ring.

Her phone rings and pulls us out of the moment, and she scrambles off my lap.

She walks backward from me as if she’s seen a ghost.

Ring, ring ... ring, ring ... She picks up her phone and fumbles to decline the call. Her haunted eyes come back to mine.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.” She begins to pace as she drags her hand through her hair. “I just ...”

She gestures down to my dick that’s tenting my jeans.

“This is a problem for you?” I frown.

“I just ...” Her eyes dart around the room.

She’s scared.

“I’m sorry.” I shake my head; this is not how this was supposed to go. “I’ll go.”

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