Page 75 of Breaking Rules

Covering his hand with mine, I guide it from my breast to the waistband of my shorts. I keep my focus fixed on his face as I ease his hand into my panties until his long fingers brush my slit.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He moves his fingers in a slow, unrelenting motion.

“Xander, please,” I whisper, breaths coming quicker as pleasure builds in my core.

He takes his hand out of my panties and turns me around. The hallway is dark, but the lights coming from the living room allow me to see the longing in his eyes.

“Tell me you want me.” He grips my hips and squeezes.

“I want you.”

“Tell me I can kiss you.”

“You can kiss me.”

His lips crash onto mine. It’s feverish, sending a delicious thrill through me and setting my skin on fire. His kiss is like oxygen. It’s vital. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

He lifts me with ease, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. Then my back is pressed to the wall with enough force to drive a gasp from my lungs. For a moment, all I can do is watch him. My chest rises and falls quickly, my heart ready to jump out of my chest.

And all he did was kiss me.

A satisfied grin plays on his lips.Dear God, he’s gorgeous.Slowly, he lowers me to my feet, his hands dropping from my sides.

I swallow my disappointment and take a step back. What’s he playing at?

He grasps my arms to stop me, leaning in close to lick a trail from my collarbone up to my ear. “Remember when you walked away after our first kiss? How you left me alone in the bathroom?”

Breath shuddering, I nod frantically.

“I’m finally going to do what I wanted to do then.” He slips his hand into my panties again. “Stick my tongue in you until you come all over my lips.” Groaning, he moves his middle finger through my slick folds, teasing my opening. “So wet, and just for me.”

I bite my bottom lip, and when he presses his thumb to my clit, I can’t stop a moan from rumbling out of me. He works me over with precision, sending me hurtling toward my orgasm at breakneck speed.

Then, without warning, he stops.

I make a noise that’s half anger, half grief.

Handsome smirk in place and eyes sparkling, he slowly kneels in front of me. As he goes, he curls his fingers over the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down along with my panties. When I’m bared to him, all he does is stare.

Under such intense scrutiny, it’s hard not to squirm. I giggle, hiding my face in my palms.

“Bella, look at me,” he demands in a hoarse voice.

I obey, drinking him in. A gorgeous guy in an expensive shirt and pants is on his knees for me. The Boston City Warriors quarterback. Jake’s teammate. My friend. I should probably feel ashamed or embarrassed. Instead, I feel pretty, and that means more than I can put into words.

“That’s better. Keep your eyes on me, baby. Don’t look away.”

As soon as those words leave his mouth, his tongue brushes my aching clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. With a hand on my breast, I squeeze hard. The pain mingles with the pleasure Xander gives me as he works miracles on my clit. He sucks and licks, increasing his tempo until I’m writhing and babbling incoherently. Then he backs off, depriving me of my orgasm and driving me out of my mind.

“God, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs, never breaking eye contact with me. It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had.

When he dives in again, he adds a finger, curling it inside me as he works me over with his tongue. I play with my nipples, twisting and pulling through my tee.

Xander adds a second finger, and the heat in my core goes molten. “Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”

With one hand around the back of my knee, he drapes my leg over his shoulder. I’m wide open for him, and the sounds he makes while he devours me are about to push me over the edge. He keeps a steady pace, his fingers hitting the perfect spot inside me, making my knees quake. When my body starts to shudder, I lift my hips in time to his movements and grasp his hair roughly, holding him where I need him most.

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