Page 169 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

Heart stuttering, I gape at him. “Wha?—”

He shoves them in my mouth. “You don’t want to risk waking up Sammy, do you?” With a kiss to my neck, he groans. “I don’t think you realize how loud you get when I’m inside you.”

It’s not like my hands are tied. I could easily pull my panties out of my mouth. But it’s so unexpected, I find myself frozen as he slips back down my body.

With the first swipe of his tongue, all logical thought leaves me.

Daire has single-handedly made me a huge fan of oral sex. I always thought it wasn’t for me. He proved that all I need is an enthusiastic partner. Though I can’t help but think that, even then, I would have been destined to only enjoy this with him.

I rock my hips against his face, and in response, he moans. Fuck. The sounds he makes while going down on me should be illegal. I’m pretty sure that if I recorded his moans and played them back, I could orgasm without ever touching myself.

He slips his right hand down and strokes his erection without losing focus on the task at hand—or mouth. The sight of him getting off on this is so unexpectedlyhot, it nearly sends me over the edge.

I rake my fingers through his hair and tug, and he moans, digging his fingers into my thighs as he spreads me open wider.

I’m so close it won’t take much to get me off.

An inferno ignites in my core, burning me from the inside out.

He reaches up, yanking the panties from my mouth. “I want to hear the sounds you make when you come,” he says, his breath warm against my aching pussy. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

Dropping his mouth back to my core, he adds two fingers and hooks them slightly. That simple move is all it takes to send me hurtling toward release. I scream his name, begging for him to have mercy on me in one breath and begging for more in the next.

As I come back down, my chest heaving and my body trembling, he moves up my body, hair mussed, and grins, clearly pleased with himself.

He kisses me, long and slow, making sure I can taste myself on his mouth.

With a whimper, I reach between us, wrapping a hand around his cock, desperate for more of him.

He bucks against my hand. “Rosie,” he groans, lowering his head so his hair brushes my forehead.

I guide him to my pussy, and he sinks in an inch, closing his eyes.

“Daire?”

“Mhm?” He nods, eyes still firmly shut.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“In a minute,” he croaks. “I want this to last.”

Hand on his jaw, I coax him to open his eyes. He does so, slowly, his pupils blown so wide the blue of his irises is almost entirely gone.

I trace the shape of his lips with my thumb. “I love you.”

I loved him as a girl.

Hated him as a teen.

And now I get to love him again as a woman.

He rocks against me, sliding in all the way and pulling a gasp from my lungs.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him close. Being fused to him like this, skin to skin, heart to heart, is the most intimate experience I’ve ever had.

He brushes the hair back from my eyes. “I love you too, Rosie. More than a lifetime will ever allow me to show you.”

But he tries, at least, to show me, and man, do I feel it.

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