Page 89 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my amusement. “I’m good at lots of things.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Then she raises her head and levels me with a thoughtful look. “Why do I feel like you’re flirting with me?”

My fingers still, along with my breathing. “Maybe I am.”

Silence stretches between us.

“You shouldn’t,” she finally says, her chin lowering a fraction. “It’s… I don’t want to get hurt.”

Heart hammering, I blurt out, “Would it be so bad? You and me? For real?”

Her mouth pops open in an adorable look of shock. “I’ve admitted to having a crush on you foryears, and you’re asking me that? It’s… it’s what I always wanted,” she admits softly, her focus now fixed on the blanket she’s snuggled under rather than me. “But Daire… feelings would complicate things. We’re doing this for Sammy.”

I know what she’s saying, and fuck, out of the two of us, she’s being the smart one here, but I can’t stop myself.

I lean into her, hesitating with my mouth millimeters from hers.

“Tell me not to kiss you, Rosie.”

“I…” Her breath fans across my lips, warm and sweet. “I can’t do that.”

It’s all the invitation I need.

I cup her cheek and angle her head back. Her fingers find their way around my neck, holding me to her as I deepen the kiss. She tastes of chocolate and something else I can’t pinpoint.

Somehow, I get her on her back, our legs tangled in the blankets. I hold my weight above her with one elbow planted on the couch cushion, not wanting to break the kiss for anything.

There’s a small voice in the back of my mind warning me that I shouldn’t like kissing her so much. Because she’s right—it could seriously complicate things. But instinct has taken over, and I make no move to stop. Stopping feels fucking impossible.

I wantmore.

Icravemore.

I swallow the little sounds she makes, desperate to hear them again.

“God, Rosie,” I groan, skimming my thumb over her bottom lip. She’s flushed beneath me, eyes heavy. I brush my nose over the skin of her neck, smiling to myself when she shivers. “I want to make you come. Will you let me do that?”

Her eyes widen, and she goes rigid beneath me. “I… I don’t… I’ve never…”

My heart lurches at her reaction. “What are you trying to say?”

She presses her lips together, turning her head to the side and breaking eye contact. “A guy has never made me come, okay?”

I stare down at her. Shock and anger on her behalf swirl inside me, mingling with a little awe. “Never?”

She presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “Nope. Not with his fingers. Or his mouth. Or his cock.”

A primal need to rise to the challenge roars to life inside me, insisting thatIcan.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she goes on, “I’ve had orgasms, but only with my vibrator. I guess I’m broken.” She gives a small, humorless laugh.

She makes a move like she’s going to slip out from under me, but I tighten my hold, not willing to let her go. Not yet at least.

“You’re not broken,” I whisper, my lips close enough to brush hers. “Are you willing to let me try?”

Her lips part. “Try…?”

“To give you an orgasm.”

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