Page 90 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

“Daire,” she scoffs. “I… this sounds like a bad idea.”

I kiss just beneath her chin and inhale her scent. “I disagree. I think it’s a very good idea. A great one even. Downright excellent.”

She bites her lip, her eyes swimming with uncertainty. “And… when nothing happens, you’ll be okay? You won’t be mad?”

“First off, I would never be mad at you for something like that. Second, itisgoing to happen.”

“How can you be so sure?” she argues, and I’d swear there are tears in her eyes.

“Because,” I smile, slowly plucking the blankets away from her body, “you’ve never had sex with me.”

Her pained expression lightens a fraction. “That cocky, are you?”

“If you want to call it cocky, then sure.” I reach for the band on her sleep pants but stop there. I arch a brow,waiting for a signal from her. “I’d say self-assured.”

“That good in bed, are you?” There’s a little smirk on her lips—one I’m very much looking forward to turning into an O of pleasure.

“I’ve never heard any complaints.”

Finally, as a pink flush creeps up her neck, she gives me a small nod, and I wiggle her pants down, panties with them.

It’s kind of adorable, the way she presses her legs together in an effort to hide herself from me.

“Oh, come on, Rosie,” I goad with a smile, “show me that pretty pussy.”

She hesitates still, and I sit up, my stomach sinking.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I know.” There’s a quiver in her voice. “I know you wouldn’t.”

I swallow past the trepidation rising up inside me. “Then what’s scaring you?”

Her stomach shakes with a laugh. “You. Me.Us.”

“I understand.” I think I do, at least. “I’m terrified.”

Of feeling something real.

Of fucking all this up.

Surprise lights her eyes. “You are?”

I nod, skimming my finger around her belly button. She shivers from the touch.

“Why don’t we see where all this goes?” I hold her gaze, wanting her to know I’m serious about this. “We’re already married. We might as well see what happens, don’t you think?”

She stares back, a million thoughts swirling behind her eyes, and swallows audibly. “I… okay.”

“Okay,” I echo. “Good. Can Ipleasemake you come now?”

She clutches my wrist. “You can’t?—”

I press a finger to her lips. “Iwill.”

She scrutinizes me for a long, silent moment, then gives me a small nod.

This time when I put my hands on her thighs, she relaxes the muscles there, letting me spread them.

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