Page 99 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

“Hmm,” she hums, picking up a sweet potato fry. “You’re starting to make me think you like me.”

I bump her elbow with mine. “Idolike you, Rosie.”

Her eyes meet mine, and the room around us drifts away. I forget about dinner. About my disappointment. All I see, all I feel, is her.

Leaning in, I hesitate, giving her the chance to back away.

When she doesn’t, I cup her cheek with my left hand. The second our lips touch, a fire ignites inside me.

Scooting my chair back, I pull her closer. At the same time, she pivots and lifts her leg until she sinks down, straddling me.

Between kisses, she says, “This… is… crazy.”

She’s right, but I don’t stop. Ican’t. Images of that night in the living room play on repeat in my head far more than they should. I’ve grown way too used to getting myself off in the shower to the memory of her taste and the way she writhed against me.

“Do you want me to stop?” I kiss down the column of her neck.

She pulls away, her eyes hazy. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Dinner is forgotten in an instant. I wasn’t hungry anyway. Without letting go of her, I stand and circle the table. I set her down on the surface, working the fabric of her hoodie up her body.

Fuck.

She’s wearing nothing beneath it.

I press my forehead to hers. “You’re killing me.”

“You can touch me.” She puts a gentle hand against my jaw. “I want you to.”

Eyes closed, I inhale, relishing those words. Frankly, I don’t fucking deserve them. Not after how I’ve treated her over the years. She doesn’t have the first clue what her forgiveness means or what a privilege she’s affording me by trusting me with her body.

I cup her breasts—so full and heavy in my hands. Bending down, I swirl my tongue around one nipple and then the other. I kiss my way down her stomach until I reach the elastic band of her sleep shorts. Without waiting for me, she hooks her thumbs under the fabric and shoves them down.

The chuckle that rumbles out of me is low and dark as I take in her naked body on the table before me. “Eager, are we?”

She cuffs the back of my neck and pulls me in until our lips touch. “You have no idea.”

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. I can’t get close enough to her. We’re acting like horny teenagers, making out on the table like this. Like we’re making up for lost time.

Giving her a gentle push back, I kiss down the column of her neck.

A shiver rolls through her, and she whispers a small “sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her little whimper has me smiling. I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention before I sink down to my knees, my face perfectly aligned with her pussy. I groan at the sight of her glistening, pink flesh.

But before I can taste her, my phone rings.

I let out a low curse and sit back on my heels. “I better get that.”

It’s not often someone calls me, and when they do, it’s typically important. After what went on with Sammy,there’s no way I can ignore it.

Rosie nods in understanding and reaches for her sweatshirt. As she yanks it back on and hops down from the table, disappointment floods me.

With a sigh, I pull my phone from my pocket. When my lawyer’s name flashes on the screen, my heart jumps. Even though I’m already missing the feel of Rosie’s skin beneath my hands, I’m thankful I stopped.

“Hey, what’s up?” The greeting is probably a bit too casual, but after working with her all these months, the formalities don’t feel necessary.

“There’s been an accident.”

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