Page 131 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

When I pull away, he groans, the sound rumbling through us both and sending sparks skittering down my spine.

“By the way,” I whisper, biting my lip, “I love you too.”

Always have and always will.

He brushes his nose along the curve of my cheek. “Are we doing this?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

With that single word, whatever leash he had on himself snaps.

He kisses me with unrestrained passion. Pushing my t-shirt up and over my head until I’m bare to him, he peppers kisses all along my chest and stomach. Then he settles between my thighs.

“D-Daire, no.” It’s a breathless plea. I give him a gentle shove and he rolls over, taking me with him so I’m on top.

“Don’t want me between those gorgeous thighs tonight, baby?” He grins up at me, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Maybe later.” I grin back. “But I want to do something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.”

“What’s that?” His tone is curious, but by the sparkle in his eye, it’s obvious he already has a pretty good idea.

I rub my hands over his warm, muscular chest. He’s hard everywhere. “I could bounce a quarter off these things if I wanted to.” I flick one of his prominent abdominal muscles.

He laughs, the whole bed jostling with the movement. The motion slides me farther down his body. My thin cotton sleep shorts do next to nothing to protect me from the giant bulge in his pants.

It takes my breath away.

Nerves bubble violently inside me.

I’m certainly not inexperienced when it comes to sex, but this is Daire. The man I’ve loved all my life. That little factor changes it all.

He grips my ass with both of his big hands, rolling me against him. I hiss out a breath, suddenly certain I could come just like this.

“Daire.” His name is a whimper. “You’re distracting me.”

Sitting up, he takes my lips in a breathless kiss. “Good,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck.

His eyes are heavy-lidded, his lashes enviously long.

I scoot farther down his body, yanking his pants and boxer briefs down as I go.

His hard cock springs free. I whimper at the sight. It’s been too long, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been imagining what this thing would feel like since I burst into his room that first night.

He’s long and thick, and the piercing on the head glimmers in the low light.

I bite my lip, both in anticipation and trepidation, and wrap my hand around the base, stroking once. Twice.

Daire groans, crooking his elbow over his eyes. “For the love of God, Rosie, if you keep looking at my dick like it’s an ice cream sundae on the hottest day of July, I’m going to explode.”

I huff a laugh, my breath fanning across the head of his cock.

“Rosie,” he groans. “That isn’t helping.”

I swipe my tongue out, licking around the piercing, and in response, his hips buck off the mattress and a low curse flies from his lips.

“Is that helping?”

He lifts his arm and stares down at me with hooded eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

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