Page 135 of Changing Rules

“For what?”

“For getting jealous. I know you and Kaden are just friends, and he has a girlfriend, but”—he inhales deeply—“what we have right now is so fragile. I’m anxious that one wrong step might cause this bridge we’re building to crumble. So it was hard, seeing how close you are, how much he knows about you.”

“Once you see him with Liv, you’ll understand.” I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the movement like he’s hypnotized. “You have nothing to worry about.”

His gaze heats as he watches me. The look makes me shudder with a desire I shouldn’t feel.

Outside, rain pounds against the car, fast and heavy, making it difficult to see the trees that surround the parking lot.

“You’re so fucking hot when you stand your ground,” he murmurs.

I shift, clenching my thighs to temper the ache between my legs.

The subtle movement catches his attention, and the fire in his eyes intensifies. His pupils dilate, almost eclipsing his irises. Excitement washes over me. My body knows what’s coming, and I’m so ready for it.

“Screw it.” Between one heartbeat and the next, he hauls me onto his lap. We stare at each other for a long, torturous minute. And then our lips collide.

Fireworks explode in my chest, spreading warmth from my head to my toes. God, I missed this feeling. Our lips move in sync, tongues twirling and curling around one another in a familiar dance. This kiss is passionate and overwhelming, his hold on my waist desperate. He craves this intimacy, craves me and my touch as badly as I crave him.

“I’m sorry for this…” He kisses a line along my jaw, then down to my throat. Then he hits the button that sends the seat moving back. “I kept telling myself I should wait…”

A gentle suck on my skin turns my nipples into points that chafe against the inside of my bra. I close my eyes, letting my head loll back to give him better access to my neck.

“I was worried I’d fail you if I let it happen again, but I can’t resist you. How you talk back, how confident you are…it’s such a fucking turn-on.” He grips my hips and grinds my center over his erection, sending stars dancing in my vision. “You were perfect for me then, but now I can’t find the right words to describe how you make me feel. I’m even more obsessed with you than I was before.”

“You have no idea how wet I am right now.” I suck his earlobe into my mouth and bite down, drawing out a groan. “My pussy is dripping, Xander…for you?—”

He yanks me back by my hair and covers my mouth with his, shutting me up before he slaps my ass hard.

The heat in my core ignites, a fire raging inside me.

I’ve always loved being on top. I’ve never felt more powerful. I’ve never been more in control. Xander has incredible stamina and never fails to bring me to orgasm as many times as I can handle. He’s confident and capable in every aspect of his life, including in the bedroom. So it’s overwhelming to know he’ll gladly give me control, that he’s ready to surrender to my needs and desires.

“Babe, your skirt is in the way.” He cuffs the back of my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “I’m about to tear it apart.”

“It’s just a skirt,” I murmur.

When his eyes go wide, a thrill courses through me.

I lower a hand to his waistband and free him from the confines of his pants. Is it strange that I missed his dick? Probably, but I don’t care. I missed his dick, his legs, his muscular ass, his tattooed chest and back. His strong arms and long fingers, his ears, his nose, his beautiful eyes and his kissable, fascinating mouth. I missed every inch of his body, just like I missed his soul and his heart.

He’s mine.

“Your hand around my dick feels a thousand times better than mine does.”

I give his head a squeeze, adding the roughness I know he likes, then work his shaft. “My fingers, my magic wand, and my dildo have never failed me. They’re always there when I need help loosening the tension,” I tease him.

“I’m not sure we’ll need your dildo much anymore.” He slips a hand under my skirt and grips one globe of my ass. “But we can totally find a way to use your wand.”

“My dildo and I have become very close over the last year. I’m not sure I want to betray it like that.”

“I’ll make sure your pussy forgets all the nights you spent fucking yourself with it. Your cunt will be begging for my dick and my dick only?—”

I quicken my strokes, and just as I’d hoped, his words are cut off by a groan as his eyes roll back. When he thrusts upward, I immediately slow my movements, then stop altogether.

“Babe,” he grits out, “why did you stop?”

“Because my pussy…” I plant my knees on either side of his lap and tug at my skirt. The slit tears farther up my leg as I do. Ignoring that, I move my panties to the side and slide down his shaft. “Is begging for your cock already.”

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