Page 13 of His Rules

Her answer was a slow upturn of her lips. She took another step toward me without needing any command, slowly placing one palm then the other on my chest. Her touch was white-hot and searing. Every sound she made was precious.

I wanted to spend hours exploring every inch of her body, but knew we didn’t have that kind of time. I wouldn’t be here in the morning because she wouldn’t want me to be.

But at least I had right now, this rapidly increasing heat of desire that had exploded between us. The way she kneaded my chest kept me on fire. She was so rare in that she was so real. Even in a town like St. Louis, a significant number of women, while gorgeous, were plastic in both their bodies and their attitudes.

Not this woman.

She was the real deal.

I curled my hands around to her back, needing only a single finger to unfasten her bra. As I pulled the material away, her face flushed from embarrassment. Her reaction was the cutest thing I’d seen in a long time.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered and gently placed the piece of lingerie on the dresser. She acted as if she was going to cover her breasts, but I stopped her, lowering my head as I cupped both once again. “Hold on, my perfect diamond. You’re not in control. I am. If you want something, you’re going to need to ask me nicely.”

“Fuck me,” she demanded instead.

“I said ask nicely.” I pulled away and she gasped.

“Please fuck me, sir. Please.”

“That’s better.”

Kacey was still quivering, her arms covered by goosebumps, and the moment I flicked my tongue around her nipple, she threwher head back. Every sound she made kept me on fire, the longing intensifying until I had difficulty breathing.

“Tell me what you want again. I need to hear it,” I growled before sucking on her tender bud.

“You.”

“How?” I bit down on her nipple and she dug her long nails into my arms. They were marked and I’d enjoy looking at them for a day or two. A reminder that I wasn’t dead.

“I want you to fuck me. Pretty please?” Her words were muffled, almost inaudible.

“What did you say?” I lifted my head briefly, locking eyes with hers.

“I said,” she whispered and swallowed before completing her sentence. “Fuck me.”

I growled in response as my cock pulsed and I pulled her other nipple between my teeth. Her hold remained, her rounded hips shifting back and forth as soon as I bit down. Her soft mews kept my body electrified. As I pulled her taut bud into my mouth, I sensed her reaching for my cock.

Her fingers wrapped around my cockhead and my resolve began to shatter. I couldn’t be gentle with her. There was no chance in hell I could keep that much control.

“Oh, yes.”

Why did her whimpers fuel every need? I slid my fingers past the thin elastic of her thong, rolling the tips back and forth across her heated skin.

She brushed her other hand up the length of my arm, tangling them in my hair. Even her hold was possessive, our needs coming close to consuming us.

Our labored sounds continued as I eased my fingers down to her soft pussy, teasing her clit. She jutted her hips forward and she twisted the hand in my hair.

“I ache for you,” she whispered.

“You’ll have me.” My patience waning, I rolled her thong past her hips, taking my time pushing it to the floor. She first kicked out of her heels before stepping from the tight confines of her panties. With her standing completely naked, I found myself utterly breathless. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you hunger for me to taste you?”

Her laugh was laced with nervousness and all she had the courage to do was to nod.

I suddenly wondered if she was a virgin. Was she that young? I rolled my hand between her legs, curling the tips of my fingers as I caressed her heated, soft tissue. “So damn hot, Kacey. I knew you’d be.” As soon as I stuck a single finger past her swollen folds, her entire body tensed.

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