Page 198 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Emma
Ugh.
It's too early.
Only bright light is streaming through my window.
Afternoon light.
I roll over. Grab my cell from the bedside table. Check the time.
Super ugh.
Why do I work Saturdays?
I mean, I work pretty much every day. But still. Saturdays are the worst. I can feel how much everyone else is off, enjoying their weekend.
I rise, go through my morning routine, move downstairs, toward the smell of coffee.
Hunter is leaning against the counter, fingers curled around a mug, muscle tank dripping with sweat.
All of him is dripping with sweat.
Fuck, he looks good. Like he's in the middle of a particularly athletic fuck.
My eyes close. For a quick second, I see it. Him stripping out of his gym shorts. Throwing me on the bed. Tearing off my panties. Prying my legs apart.
Promising to split me in half.
It's messy and dirty and hot as hell.
Then his arms are on my wrists and I just…
Half of me is there. In it. Craving Hunter's touch.
The other half…
"Em?" His voice is soft. Curious, not concerned.
I guess it doesn't matter if I'm ready for sex.
Hunter made his feelings clear last night.
He trusts me.
He wants me.
He cares about me.
But we're never going to be more than friends.
"Em?" he asks again, a little louder.
It brings my attention to the room.
The hair sticking to his forehead.
