Page 248 of Breaking the Rules
Fuck him.
But that—
Can I really handle that?
He pulls back. Presses his forehead to mine.
His voice gets low. Growly. "I need to make you come."
My sex clenches.
"If you need to talk first—"
I shake my head. No talking. No thinking. No inhibitions.
I need him erasing the past.
Okay, maybe that's too much to ask for.
As long as that's not the last time someone touched me.
As long as he replaces that—
I can do this.
I have to do this.
I take a step backward. Hook my fingers into his belt loop. "Bed."
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me to his chest.
My fingers dig into his cotton t-shirt as I hold on tightly.
This is a hell of a ride.
But it's only beginning.
The rest…
Fuck, I really hope I can handle this.
He sets me down outside my room.
I turn the handle, press the door open. "After you."
He steps inside.
I follow. Close the door. Press my back against it.
This is already a lot.
The last time I had a guy in my room…
I can't even remember.
He brings his hand to my hips. "You're nervous."
"A little."
