Page 59 of From Maybe to Baby

"You're breaking rules."

"You're worth breaking rules for."

Oh God. Did I really just say that?

He pulls back just enough to look at me, and oh, those eyes should come with a warning label. "Am I?"

"Well. You're ruining my carefully constructed plans."

"Good plans?"

"Safe plans."

His hands slide under my shirt. "We could make new plans."

"Complicated plans."

"The best kind of plans."

"Are you sure?" he asks, ever the gentleman, even with his hands doing very ungentlemanly things. "This changes things."

"It certainly does." I pull him closer, needing his skin against mine.

His mouth finds that spot on my neck that makes me forget why this is complicated. Why this is terrifying. Why this is everything I've been running from.

He smells like plain soap, and it’s lovely, so lovely that a tingle lands in my core.

“Well,” Jonas begins, and I shake my head. “What?” he asks.

I don’t speak, I just press against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and slanting my mouth over his. Our kiss is slow and heady, and I feel his fingers flex before they dig into my hips, giving me a delicious thrill.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he mutters against my lips.

“I’m quite lucid, Jonas. And I want you.”

With a growl, he yanks me to him and crashes his lips against mine as we stumble through the bedroom door of my suite.

I shiver from anticipation and let him tug my shirt over my head. Thankfully, my bra has a front hook. I flick it open to let the straps slide down my arms, and as I do, he tosses the black lace away and fills his hands with my breasts. I moan at the contact, loving the way his rough palms feel against my skin.

When he lowers his head and catches a nipple in his mouth, my head falls back against the door and I whimper. His tongue laps at me, his mouth suckles, and I am in fucking heaven. He plucks and rolls my other nipple and I feel myself grow wet. When he growls, I know he smells it, smells me, and I am torn between desire and indecision.

And yet I don’t stop, desire winning out.

I can’t lie. I have been imagining him inside me. My fingers running through that perfect hair of his while he ravishes the stuffing out of me.

We kiss again. Hard. Our tongues search around one another as his strong grip massages my ass. It’s amazing. All of it.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he mutters and pulls my skirt to my ankles. I wriggle out of it and then the black panties I’m wearing. I stand before him, completely naked, and the desire in his eyes sets me on fire.

“Your turn,” I tell him, reaching for the drawstring on his sweats. He helps and before I know it, they’re gone and his cock is swaying back and forth.

It is big. Bigger than I expected. I grip it in my hand and begin stroking it.

I push him toward the bed, and after he sprawls across it, position myself kneeling beside him with my ass up in the air. I bend over his cock and lower my mouth onto it, working the shaft while he lightly pumps his hips.

Next thing I know, he’s reached around me to rub me from behind. I am already wet, and his finger slides into me with ease, working its way in and out while I work his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Feels good,” he murmurs.

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