Page 84 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Fourteen
Hunter
Emma presses her red lips together as she descends the stairs. "What does that look mean?"
She's a vision. Black cocktail dress. Fuck me heels. Long hair pinned to her head.
Elegant neck on display.
It's like she's offering her flesh to me.
Begging me to wrap my arms around her and scrape my teeth over her skin. Not enough to hurt. Only enough she feels it everywhere.
I want to make her shudder. And shake. And groan my name.
I stay put.
If rehab taught me anything, it's wanting something without taking it.
I still fall asleep every night craving bourbon.
But I've stayed away for months now. I go to meetings. I distract myself. I avoid temptation.
If I can give up booze, I can keep my hands off her.
"Hunter?" Her dark eyes fill with curiosity. And a hint of insecurity.
She cares what I think.
Not in some shallowI want you to find me hotway.
She actually gives a shit about my opinion of her.
I don't have anything eloquent to say. But I have to get this out. "You look gorgeous."
"Oh." Her cheeks flush.
"Grown up."
"I'm nineteen."
"I'm twenty-seven."
"Really?" She moves into the living room. Stares at me like she's assessing the claim.
"Yeah."
She nods. "I guess you're the same age as Brendon."
"You guess?"
"You just seem so… Immature."
"Right back at you."
Her laugh lights up her eyes. "See. Look at you, lashing out after an insult."
"You'd never do that."
