Page 295 of Breaking the Rules

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Fuck, I need my hands on her.

I'm impatient as all hell.

But if she needs slow, I'm giving her slow.

"You're torturing me, baby."

Her cheeks flush. She steps backward. Sits on the bed. Pats the spot next to her. "You think we should leave the lights on?"

"Yeah." I take the seat next to her. "I want to see every inch of you."

Her blush spreads down her chest. "I… I want this." Her eyelids flutter closed.

She digs her hand into my hair.

Presses her lips to mine.

Her kiss is hard. Hungry.

Her lips close around my top lip. Then it's the soft scrape of her teeth. Her tongue slipping into my mouth.

I rest my hand on her thigh.

She groans as I drag my fingertips up her leg.

Soft skin. Slick satin. Rough lace hem.

She pulls back with a sigh. "Hunter."

Fuck, my name sounds good on her lips.

I need more of that.

I need her lost in bliss.

I need her, period.

Her eyes blink open as I push her skirt up her legs. She stares up at me, begging for more.

I want to give her more.

Fuck, I want to give her everything.

But slowly.

We both need to savor it.

And, well—

I need to stay in control. To make sure she's okay every fucking step of the way.

I stare into her dark eyes as I drag my fingertips up her thigh. Over the slick fabric of her thong. Down her other thigh.

She spreads her legs a little wider.

I do it again. Up her thigh, over her panties, down her other thigh.

Her eyelids flutter together.

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