Page 96 of Breaking the Rules
If it was her, it would be obvious. How much I need her satisfaction. How badly I want her groan. How beautiful she looks when she comes.
Fuck, what do those dark eyes look like when they're filled with bliss?
"Hunter?" she asks.
"Still thinking about making women come."
"Oh my God. You're ridiculous."
"Yeah. But you brought it up."
"You did, actually. With that question about Brendon."
I guess I did.
Concentration continues to elude me.
Everything but the perfect fantasy of my name falling off her lips—
"I think you're torturing me on purpose."
A great idea.
"Should I give up on an answer to the question?"
"The what?"
"You're doing this on purpose."
"Doing what on what?" I ask.
"You are."
I shake my head.
"Yeah. But I guess this is an answer too. If you're just that fixated on watching women come."
Not women. Her. But she doesn't need to know that.
"Okay, since this isn't going anywhere. New subject."
"That was a tactful transition."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." She flips me off.
I laugh.
She does too.
Fuck, the way her eyes light up.
She has such gorgeous eyes. A deep brown with flecks of honey.
And, fuck, the way she lines them in black.
She looks like a goddess in that makeup.
Don't get me wrong. Emma is just as beautiful fresh faced as she is in makeup.
