Page 259 of Breaking the Rules
"What about me?"
"You're Em."
"Obviously."
"Lasagna is perfect." He brings his hand to the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss.
I have no idea what he's saying, but I can't complain about the way he's saying it.
I kiss him harder.
His tongue slides around mine.
His fingers curl into my scalp.
Right now, I believe it.
That I'd drop to my knees immediately if he asked.
Fuck, I want that.
It's the only thing in my head.
I need to make him come too.
I need it in this deep, visceral way.
When our kiss breaks, I'm dizzy.
I don't know what to say.
Only that I need to stay here. In this perfect world of ours. "It's in the fridge."
"Thanks." He pulls back to grab the lasagna.
"I… uh…" Oh. That's it. "We need to celebrate your job."
He motions to my bedroom upstairs. "Didn't we?"
My cheeks flush. "I, um, I was thinking cupcakes."
His lips curl into that same knowing smile.
Something betweenI love making fun of youandI love everything about you.
It's as intense as anything we did upstairs.
And as scary.
I've never loved anyone.
Never trusted anyone that much.
But the way he's looking at me—
God, I could get used to that.
I really, really could.
