Page 134 of The Rule Breaker
“So, uh…” he says, glancing behind his shoulder. “You think we can still save that vase?”
A snort escapes me, tired and giddy. I glance back at the ruined lump of clay spinning awkwardly on the wheel. “I’m afraid not.”
He chuckles, arms tightening around me like he’s not ready to let go. “Guess we’ll just have to make a new one.”
34
RYAN
My legs are burning.
Practice ran long, but I don’t even care. Nothing beats the rush of being on the ice.
Near the entrance, Isabella stands off to the side, beside her dad. Her curls fall over her shoulder, but it’s the dress that kills me. White, and way too tight for sanity. I can already picture what’s under it.
Her brown eyes lock on mine, sending a jolt through my chest. Instant. Total. Fucking hunger.
I’m a fucking idiot for ever thinking I could only have one night with her. Months of this, of sneaking around—stealing kisses, tangled limbs in the backseat of my Jeep, her breathy moans bitten into my neck when we shouldn’t even be in the same room. And it’s still not enough.
Never will be.
I don’t think there will ever be a time when I’m not completely obsessed with her
I smirk, walking past her slowly, then throw in a wink for good measure. Her lips twitch, fighting back a grin.
God, I want to kiss her.
I want to pin her against a wall. Want her thighs around my waist. I want to make her whimper, make her moan my name in that breathy voice of hers. Fuck.
The guys are filing into the locker room ahead of me. I should keep walking. Should hit the showers.
But instead, I move toward her.
I grab her wrist and pull her with me. She gasps, but I don’t look back. Don’t check if anyone sees. I shove open the storage room door and pull her inside.
It slams shut behind us, and the dim fluorescents flicker overhead.
“Ryan!” she gasps. “Are you insane? We could get?—”
I press her against the wall and kiss her, cutting her off, groaning into her mouth, my chest lighting up with the need I have for her. She pulls back slightly, shaking her head.
“You’re gonna get us caught,” she whispers against my lips, but her arms are already around my neck, her body already arching into mine.
“I don’t care,” I murmur, kissing down her neck, pushing her cardigan off her shoulders. My hand finds her hip, slides up under that dress—warm skin, soft and smooth. “What’s my favorite color today, Curls?”
I hook a finger into the thin band of her panties and pull them down—tiny pink lace that slides down her legs and puddles at her ankles.
“Pink,” I murmur as she steps out of them. I scoop them up and shove them into my pocket without hesitation.
“Keeping these.”
“You’re insane,” she whispers, biting her lip.
Yeah, insane for you.
I reach for her again, my hand between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds—fuck, she’s wet.Dripping.
“I want to make you feel good,” I say, rough, breath shallow. “Let me get on my knees. Let me taste you.”
