Page 111 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

“I fucking love knowing I’ve made you come when no other man could get the job done. It just proves it, baby.”

“P-Proves what?” she stutters, peering at me through her lashes.

“That you’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.”

“Daire.” My name is a small, throaty gasp.

The oven chooses that god-awful moment to chime, signaling that it’s preheated.

I curse, but it’s not like I can do anything anyway. The universe is constantly interrupting us.

Once the pizzas are in the oven, I turn back to find Rosie watching me, wearing a panicked expression, her hands gripping the edge of the island so tight her knuckles are white. “What is it?”

Did I go too far?

“We have separate rooms,” she hisses softly.

Fuck.

“I’ll move your stuff to mine.”

While she keeps an eye on the pizzas, I sneak upstairs and quickly and quietly move as much as I can from her room over to mine. If my dad and brother stay here, I wouldn’t put it past either of them to snoop through the drawers. We Hendrickses are a nosy bunch.

When I finish up, I check the monitor app on my phone to make sure Sammy’s still out. My whole body warms as I take in his peacefully sleeping form.

I wasn’t planning on becoming a dad so young, but when I look at that little boy, all I feel is happiness. He’s a piece of me, one I didn’t know I wanted but absolutely need now that he exists.

Downstairs, Rosie’s taking out the pizzas.

“I’ll give them a minute to cool before I cut into them. You should go check on them. I’ll let you know when this is ready.”

I clear my throat, glancing across the way at my dad and brother.

She rolls her eyes, and a laugh bubbles out of her. “They’re not going to bite.”

“Right,” I mutter, slapping on a brave face.

She shakes her head, the picture of amusement with the way her lips keep twitching.

Despite my apprehension about facing my family again, there’s a lightness in my chest that I only feel when I’m around this woman. “Are you laughing at me, Rosie?”

She sobers, pressing her lips together. “Never.”

I grab her by the waist and tug her against me. “I need a kiss to keep me going if I’m going to survive them.”

She bites her lip and swats at my chest playfully. “You’re such a dork.”

“Rosie.”

With a sigh, she gives me a peck.

I shake my head, smiling. “Not good enough, and you know it.”

Cradling her head, I tangle my fingers in her hair and take her in. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

She lowers her gaze to my lips, and that’s all the permission I need. Closing the space between us, I give her a longer, deeper kiss. It’s a far cry from a make-out session, but I still find myself growing hard.

Fuck, I want her.

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