Page 258 of Breaking the Rules

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Pulls on a pair of black boxers.

It makes him ten percent less distracting.

He's still so fucking yummy.

I want that.

I really, really want that.

But I'm not remotely sure if I can handle it.

He stands and crosses the room to me.

His hands brush my hips.

One inch at a time, he presses his body against mine.

Then it's his lips.

I kiss back hard.

He feels so good. So safe. So mine.

I've never wanted that before.

But, right now, I do.

I really, really do.

I pull back with a heavy sigh.

I want to tear off those boxers and drag him to my bedroom.

But first things first.

"So…" I motion to the door.

He raises a brow.

"We need something."

"Something?"

I clear my throat again.

"Oh." His chuckle is soft. "Now?"

"We could eat first. I mean, I did. But did you?"

He shakes his head.

"I made lasagna."

"Yeah?"

My cheeks flush. "What?"

"Just you."

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