Page 221 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
The second I see him, my breath catches and I reach for his face.
“I’m okay,” he whispers as my thumb gently brushes his split bottom lip. It looks worse in person.
I shuffle to my knees as he sits back, my hand dropping to my side.
“Fuck,” he grunts, dragging his hand down his face as he stares at me, his eyes molten. “You look—” He swallows thickly.
“It’s my new favorite sleep shirt,” I say, tugging the bottom of my jersey up enough to show my green panties.
“I know, but…it hits different in person.”
My smile grows, and movement at his waist has my gaze dropping.
The second my eyes lock on his dick, my mouth waters.
He’s right. It really does hit different in person.
Our chests heave as we stare at each other, chemistry crackling loudly.
Time stands still. It’s like we’re standing on the edge of a cliff, getting ready to dive off.
“Kodie,” I cry—except when he jumps, it’s not into the abyss. It’s into me.
His arms wrap around my waist as he flips me back and spreads my legs with his knees,settling between them.
“Fuck, I needed this,” he mutters before claiming my lips again.
His hands start on my thighs before sliding under my jersey, gliding up my ribs until he cups my breasts.
“Yesss,” I hiss.
It felt good when I did it earlier, but my touch was nothing compared to his.
He lights me up inside in a way I can never achieve.
Ripping his lips from mine, he pushes the fabric up my body before cupping my breasts and ducking down to suck one of my nipples into his hot mouth.
“Oh god, Kodie,” I moan, my back arching from the bed, my hips grinding in the hope of finding some friction.
I claw at his shoulder, desperate for more—desperate for him to be closer, to be inside me.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, I need you.”
“Jesus Christ, you drive me fucking crazy,” he says after releasing me with a pop and dragging the jersey from my body, discarding it without a second thought.
Sitting up, he stares down at me. His attention burns in the best possible way as his eyes feast on my skin as if I’m the only woman in the world.
Oh, to be that to him.
“Kodie?” I whisper, sensing that I’ve lost him.
But the second he hears his name on my lips, he turns feral.
And I am fucking here for it.
His fingers tuck under the lace covering my hips before he tugs sharply, the sound of ripping fills the air.
“Oh my god, you didn’t,” I gasp as he pulls the ruined underwear from my body, leaving me naked before him.
