Page 26 of Broken Rules

“Don’t act like you have the first idea why I came here,” he warned with a growl, stepping up close until he loomed over me.

When his handslanded on my waist and pulled me in, bringing me closer to his intoxicating scent and overwhelming energy, I gave it one last valiant effort.“Let go of me,” I muttered, placing my hands against his chest.Meaning to shove until I made contact with his unyielding muscles and forgot everything I thought I knew while his heart beat wildly under my palm.

“I wish I could,” he whispered, his gaze focused on my mouth before his eyes met mine.Troubled, burning, the light in them drew me in the way his arms did.“Fuck, I wish I could.”

So did I the instant before he crushed his lips to mine, and my resolve shattered.

He parted my lips with his tongue, and I let him.I didn’t have it in me to fight what I wanted with every cell in my body.I was too weak.And this was too damn good.

It was so much easier to melt against him, to run my hands up his rock-hard chest and over his bulging shoulders, holding onto them as he claimed my mouth, erasing every last protest in favor of the sheer, sizzling thrill of what exploded between us.He invaded me with his tongue, probing and swirling, exploring while my lips ached from the intensity of his kiss.

And his hands.They were everywhere, stroking my arms with the softest, most tantalizing touch before sliding up until he cupped my face.A whimper stirred in my throat when he broke the kiss and pulled his head back far enough for me to look up into his coffee-colored eyes—so dark, swirling with lust, need, and a hunger that turned my insides to molten lava.“I know what you’re going to say,” he grunted out, breathing hard.“We shouldn’t do this.”

Why did he have to say that at a time like this when my clit was throbbing, and every part of me wanted every part of him?

“But dammit,” he growled, lifting the fine hairs on my arms and stirring fire in my core, “I’ve been wanting this too much.”

So had I, more than I wanted to admit until now.It didn’t matter how hard I fought or how wrong I knew it was.All it took was the slightest kiss for him to set me on fire from head to toe.My body knew a truth my mind didn’t want to accept.I needed to hate him because it was safer than craving him.

Nobody needed to know.We could do it once and get it out of our system.This would not be a repeat of my last disaster.I wouldn’t let it.Whatever I needed to tell myself.

I sighed, leaning in, sinking a hand into his thick, brown hair, pulling him down again.“Don’t stop,” I whispered into his mouth before electricity ran through me when our lips touched.

The deep growl he let out erased any scrap of resistance I had left.It was a wild sound, the kind that promised a night I’d never forget.His arms closed around my back, and something inside me lit up and took flight, making me wrap my legs around him when he lifted me off my feet.“Bedroom,” he grunted between kisses.

I couldn’t answer right away.The pressure from his enormous bulge against my pussy made it a challenge to do more than moan.“Second door,” I rasped.My mouth moved over his jaw and neck as he carried me down the hall, fingers kneading my ass and making my eyes roll back in my head.

How long had it been since I was touched like this?Obviously, too long since I was a throbbing, breathless mess by the time Lex threw me onto the bed hard enough to make me bounce.I squealed, but the sound was cut off by a gasp when he took my ankles in his hands and pulled me across the mattress.

There was something wild in his eyes.Almost scary.Instead of making me want to pump the brakes, I only craved more, seeing him loom over me as he parted my legs, taking control.I had never met a man who excited me more.Not even close.

He didn’t say a word, not that he had to.His hands did the talking—no, playing.He was playing my body the way a maestro played their instrument, sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher.The sensations bombarding me were intense enough that I forgot to breathe as I lifted my hips so he could slowly peel away my panties.

This was happening.He was really popping the remaining buttons on his tailored button-down shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled chest, shoulders, andarms.I reached for him without thinking, needing to touch, indulging as he stretched out on top of me.Every ripple, every bulge, I was going to explore all of him.

His palm cupped my breast, massaging before his thumb circled my nipple through the thin cotton covering it.“No bra,” he grunted out, squeezing.I covered his hand with mine and squeezed harder while the nails of my other hand scratched his broad back.

He rolled his hips, and oh God, the pressure from his dick was incredible.My hips moved to meet him, and we both groaned.The sound of his helplessness was a drug, and I needed more.

Sliding a hand between us did the trick.“Summer… oh, f-fuuuck…” He gasped, thrusting against my palm when I found his length.It was so hard and big enough to worry me a little, but I wasn’t about to stop this.Not for anything.

His mouth traveled lower over my chest and down my stomach.When he worked my dress up, I helped him, crossing my arms over myself and pulling it over my head before dropping back again.I was barely on my back, and his hands were on me, taking hold of my breasts so he could lavish long, slow strokes across my nipples with his tongue.

“Mmm… that’s… shit.Don’t you dare stop,” I pleaded because I would die if he did.Every brush of his tongue sent a bolt of electricity straight to my clit, which now throbbed hard enough to hurt.Hooking a leg around him and pulling him in only made it worse.I needed him to touch methere.

“Lex… please…” I barely recognized my pitiful whimpering, but it did the trick.All it took was a single finger dragged through my entrance to send me flying over the edge before I knew what was happening.I arched, going stiff in that final heartbeat just as the tension shattered.

The sweetest relief poured over me and rolled through my core.It didn’t stop because he didn’t stop.“That’s it, beautiful.Give me another,” he whispered, guiding two thick digits inside me.I was still spasming, and instead of dying down, the sensations went on and on, dragged out with every stroke against my G-spot, heightened the harder he breathed.It was the sexiest sound—deep, guttural, and almost enough to curl my toes.

“Getting tight again,” he announced.With his fingers still inside me, he worked his way to his knees to unbuckle his belt with his free hand.“Come for me so I can sink this cock inside this pretty pussy.Do you want that, Summer?”

“Yes!”I sobbed, rolling my hips, working with him.Nothing in the world mattered but this.I needed it to end.The tension was so strong it made me plant my feet on the bed and move my hips frantically up and down.“Please!Let me come!”

It was the thumb he added against my clit that did it.I almost howled when it hit and practically shot me up off the bed.“Yeah, that’s right,” he urged, working in and out.“Give it to me.Let go.”

It’s not like I had a choice.I was weak and trembling by the time his fingers slid out of me.Opening my eyes meant watching him watch me.He stared down at my splayed-out body while lowering his zipper, lips parted, chest heaving with every breath.

“I could jerk off just looking at you like this,” he said, his voice gritty and heavy with desire.Meeting my gaze, he added, “But that wouldn’t be enough fun.”

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