Page 224 of Breaking the Rules
"Really?"
"Yeah. So help me demonstrate."
"You do realize it will depend on the guy."
"You're a guy."
"Not the guy you're—"
"We could have figured it out already."
He shakes his headyou're ridiculous, but it's there in his eyes.
He wants to play this game.
He wants me.
Hunter moves closer.
Until he's just barely between my legs.
I spread them as wide as I can.
So my thighs brush his hips.
Fuck, that feels good.
He's so close.
Closer than anyone's been since before.
But I'm not thinking about that.
I'm thinking about how I want to wrap my legs around him.
How I want to dig my hands into his hair.
How I want to unzip those jeans and stroke him until he comes.
He slides his fingers under my thighs. Lifts my legs just enough to pull us into position. Stares down at me like he's daring me back.
He's challenging me to something.
But I don't know what it is.
Only that I want it.
Just as quickly, he sets me down. Steps backward. "Well?"
"Perfect." My heart thuds against my chest.
"You're gonna share this apartment."
"I'll clean up after."
He cocks his head to one side, assessing my words. "You realize I'm taller than most guys."
"I like tall guys."
"All women say that."
"Yeah, but I'm five eleven. I should get first dibs."
He moves into the main room. "Is that how relationships work?"
"Yeah. Of course. Hot people stick together. Smart people stick together. Tall people stick together."
"Fucked-up people?"
"Exactly."
