Page 30 of Stone Rules

When he slips a hand into my bikini bottom, grazing a finger across my clit, my back arches, scraping against the hard edge of the pool. He wraps an arm around my head, protecting it from the unforgiving concrete.

My eyes flicker open and I see the shadow of a person behind the glass walking across the fitness center. Realization of what we’re doing and where we’re doing it heightens my arousal.

Ethan, however, seems lost in the moment, oblivious to the world. Adrift to anything or anyone but me. I feel his focus, his passion. I feel like I’m the only person that exists to him—that has ever existed to him.

I moan loudly as his fingers enter me. I push his swim trunks below his erection and pull him towards me. He moves my bikini bottom to one side, allowing me to guide him to my entrance.

His eyes are ravenous—desperate with need as he enters me. Our simultaneous gasps are muffled when our mouths devour each other, our tongues mimicking the motions of other parts of our bodies.

I start to feel that sweet ache between my legs. I let it build, wanting for the first time to let it go higher and higher instead of settling for a quick release. I’m letting him take me where no man has. A place that now belongs only to him.

My thighs tighten. My back strains against the hard edge of the pool, most likely causing bruises up and down my spine. A painful yet pleasured burn coils in my belly and I bite down on his shoulder to silence the scream that begs to explode from me along with my powerful orgasm.

Then I watch his face as it contorts with his impending release. Suddenly, I feel vast emptiness as he quickly pulls out of me, finishing into the water between us as he shouts out my name.

We both sink into the water, our bodies languid as we chase recovery.

When I regain my ability to speak, I say, “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I’m on the pill.”

He looks around the vacant room, shaking his head in disgust as if he’s just realized where we are. “What the hell are you doing to me, woman? I’m breaking all the rules with you.”

“All the rules?” I ask, situating my bottoms back into place. “I thought it was just rule number one.”

He raises a brow as if I’ve missed something obvious. “Rule number seven—no public displays of affection. We pretty much obliterated that one.”

“I don’t think anyone saw us, so technically it wasn’t breaking the rule. Try again.”

“Okay, how about rule number eight—wrap it before you tap it.”

I laugh. “Oh my God. Do you have a list of these rules somewhere or do you just make them up as you go?”

He taps his temple. “They’re all up here.”

He climbs out of the pool, the veins in his arms bulging out as he pulls his weight up. Sitting on the side, he offers me his hand and then hoists me up to sit alongside him.

He heaves a heavy sigh. “I’ve never broken that rule, Charlie. I’ve never brokenanyrules before you.”

I scissor my feet in the water, causing tiny waves to lap up onto the wall beneath us. “See, that’s where we’re different, Stone. I break rules all the time. What’s the fun in life if you don’t?”

He looks a little green and I realize what I said and begin to backpedal. “Except for that one,” I say. “I’ve never broken rule number eight either, so you can relax.”

His hands come up and scrub across his face, relief evident in his eyes.

“So, can I expect you to break rule number one again?” I ask hopefully. “I mean, now that you’ve done it, no sense in going back.”

Ethan stands up and walks over to where we left our towels. He puts his around his neck and brings mine over, offering it to me. The fact that he didn’t answer me straight away clues me in.

“Pfft . . . forget it. No big deal,” I say, trying to sound unaffected by his impending rejection.

“I’m not the kind of guy who does relationships, Charlie.”

That’s the second time he’s used my first name in the last thirty seconds. My heart sinks into my stomach before I even realize I’m feeling what I’m feeling. It takes my brain a second to catch up. My heart wants this man. My mind wants this man. My body wants this man.

Holy shit. Am I in fucking love?

Chapter Fourteen

I’m not the kind of guy who does relationships, Charlie.

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