Page 26 of Broken Rules
A wicked smile upturned his lips. “You mean, good guys don’t do that?”
She shook her head, her heart ready to beat right out of her chest. “No, they don’t.”
He pulled her closer. “Well, they should,” he said, fingering the ties of her robe. “Cause, they’re missing out.”
He leaned close and pressed a slow, soft kiss to the hollow of her throat. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensual touch. Her knees trembled. Then his mouth moved over hers, claiming her lips. Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned his kiss with all the hunger that had been building within her, aching for release. His touch charged through her veins, burning a path straight to her pounding heart.
His demanding lips continued to explore and devour her, which she returned with a passion all her own. Scooping her into his arms, he laid her down on her bed. He stretched over her, brushing a wayward curl from her brow. “You are infinitely beautiful,” he whispered.
His gaze bore into hers, his amber eyes alight like twin flames. She reached up, her heart filled with both elation and sorrow. “You’re gonna break my heart worst of all.”
He softly stroked her cheek. “I could take anything in this world I wanted, Savannah.” His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. “All I want is you.”
Done. Game over.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed him close, kissing him with all her passion, her need, her strength, her desperation, her flaws, and her perfections. In that moment, she knew exactly who she was and what she wanted.
And what she wanted was Damien.
Slowly, he broke their kiss, his teeth gently tugging her bottom lip until he pulled away all together and sat up. Then he reached out and stroked her cheek, his fingers traveling down to her neck and lower still. His hand curved around her breast where he lingered, slowly caressing and teasing her nipple through the fabric of her robe. A soft gasp fled her lips. She pressed into his touch. Then his hand skimmed down to her waist where he grasped one length of the tie securing her robe.
Her breath caught as she watched him pull it, slowly releasing the knot. Then, his gaze locked with hers, his amber eyes burning through her as he folded back the sides of her robe, exposing her freshly scrubbed body. Cool air caressed her skin, making her nipples hard. A slow smile curved his lips before his gaze left hers to take in the sight of her.
“So beautiful,” he said softly, reverently.
She arched her back into his touch as he cupped her breasts. Then he mouth closed over her nipple drawing on the hard peak, tasting, teasing. Her body burned for him while his hands raked her the curve of her hip, exploring, his lips nibbling. Breathless, she gripped his shoulders. The ache within her grew, sweet, agonizing. She pulled at his shirt.
“Let me see you,” she pleaded. “Let me feel you.”
He climbed off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head and slid his jeans off. She drank in the sight of his sleek strength.
“So beautiful,” she whispered, echoing his reverence.
His gaze intense, he stretched over her. She spread her legs, wanting, him, needing to feel him inside her. He pressed into her, his body filling hers. She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. He ignited a fire deep within her that quickly spread to her heart as she lost herself to his every thrust. She clung to him, her body desperate with desire, need, climbing, wanting, aching. She cried out as tremors coursed through her. His own cry of pleasure reached her ears. They soared, raw, passionate. And together, they found their release.
Chapter Nine
