Page 86 of Breaking the Rules
However I can.
"Could you?" Her voice pulls me back to the room.
Her brother's place.
My temporary place.
Because he's the only person willing to help me piece my life back together.
Fuck, I need to get my head in gear here.
I shrug my shoulders. Shake my head. Channel thoughts of baseball.
It helps.
Emma motions to the black coat hanging on a rack by the door.
It's elegant. Modern. Perfect for her. "You want to wear it?"
"No. Just hold it for me."
That's the ultimate boyfriend task, but there's no sense in bringing that up.
"You ready?" I grab my keys from the table. Slide them into my pocket.
She checks her reflection in the window.
"You look perfect, Em."
Her blush deepens. "I know."
"You staring 'cause you're vain?"
"Making sure my boobs look good."
Fuck.
My body ignores my apprehension.
My cock stirs at the thought of her perky tits.
Damn, I want to strip her out of that dress.
Tear off her panties.
Carry her to the couch, spread her legs, dive between them.
I arrange the coat in front of my crotch.
Breathe deeply.
Try to name the Dodger's lineup in my head.
Fuck, I hate baseball.
I hate everything that isn't making her come.
I move outside. Open the passenger side door for her.
