Page 15 of Break My Rules

“What?” I protest, laughing. “No way.”

“It’s true.” Saint is smiling broadly now, and I’m happy to see him looking more relaxed. “The legend has it, they would tempt their clients with the pungent aroma.”

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m not. I promise. You can look it up.”

Saint gets up and brings his chopping board of ingredients to join me by the stove. He sets it down, then stands behind me, brushing my hair to one side so that he can pressed featherlight kisses along the side of my neck.

“Stop distracting me,” I laugh, trying to focus on cooking.

“I thought you were a woman of many talents,” Saint’s voice hums against my collarbone, and I sigh with pleasure as the sensations ripple across my skin. “Is multitasking not one of them.”

“Not when you’re doingthat,” I gasp, as his hands come around to my front, and gently cup my breasts, molding and teasing them through my sweater.

I sink back against his chest, all thoughts of dinner forgotten as Saint pins me there against the stove, his body hard against me, even as his hands are tantalizingly soft. He slides his hands up under my top, and brushes his fingertips over my nipples, caressing them into two stiff peaks as his mouth whispers kisses against my neck.

“Saint…” I whimper softly, arching into his hands.

“God, Tessa…” Saint’s voice is thick with lust, as I press back, grinding my ass against the ridge of his hard-on. “I’ve been going crazy, wanting you.”

Suddenly, he spins me around to face him, lifting me by the hips and setting me down on the table. His mouth finds mine, and I kiss him eagerly, wrapping my legs around his waist as our tongues slide together, an inferno rising deep inside. He grinds against me, making me moan with the delicious friction rubbing against my core, until finally, he tears his mouth away and fixes me with a look of dark intention.

“I’m hungry…” he murmurs, sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs. He rucks up my skirt and pushes me back gently until I’m lying there, spread on the farmhouse table for him.

My pulse kicks as he’s tracing hypnotic circles on my skin.

Saint tugs down my underwear, dropping kisses on my skin as his hands keep stroking over my hips and breasts, so soft. It feels incredible, and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him, the sensations only magnified by seeing his body move with every touch and slow caress.

Saint meets my eyes. “I thought you were the bossy one tonight,” he muses, eyes intent with lust. He leans down, and lightly nips the inside of my thigh. “And I’m just your willing assistant…”

The bite turns to a lick, sliding higher, closer to my core. I gasp in anticipation, tensing, but he pauses, inches from where I need him most.

“So, be the boss of me.” Saint’s breath is hot against me, and I clench, already aching for him deep inside. “Tell me exactly what I should do, chef.”

He waits there, not moving, ready for instruction.

For me to take control.

I feel a thrill of power. Saint has been the one taking the lead on our sexual adventures, and I’ve loved every minute of it, but damn, there’s a new kind of excitement in seeing him like this, ready to pleasure me any way I choose.

“Taste me,” I order him, breathless. I spread my legs wider, inviting him. “I want to feel your mouth on me. Your tongue…”

Saint sounds a low growl of approval, and then he bends his head to me, licking against my clit in a slow, delicious stroke.

Oh.

I sink back against the table, loving the feel of his mouth as he laps at me, swirling his tongue softly over my swollen bud in a leisurely rhythm. It’s heaven, sinking into the bright rush of pleasure, as Saint explores me with steady, thorough strokes.

“Like this, chef?” he teases, lapping his tongue slowly, back and forth over my clit.

I moan. “Faster,” I gasp, already writhing under his expert strokes. “More.”

“As you wish.”

Saint returns his mouth to me, lapping faster now, sparking new fire in my bloodstream. I arch against his mouth, feeling the heat rise. “Don’t stop,” I moan, sliding a hand to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. “God, don’t stop!”

Saint hums a growl of pleasure, and throws my legs over his shoulders, yanking me closer, devouring me now. His tongue flicks against my clit in a frenzy of motion, making my hips rise off the table for more.

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