Page 28 of Enforcing the Rules

CHAPTER NINE

Kate—

“Take off your shoes,” Utah ordered, watching me step out of my black high-heeled pumps. I’d already exposed my pussy to him, but somehow my bare feet on his bedroom carpet made me feel even more vulnerable.

His gaze moved up and over my toned, slender thighs. I’m tall and my legs are the majority of my height. He seemed to like that, judging by the growl that rumbled up from his chest to vibrate in his throat.

“Turn around.”

I did, making a one-eighty until I was peering at him over my shoulder. His eyes dropped to my ass.

“Lose the skirt.”

My hands obeyed him before my mind caught up. I popped open the button at the base of my spine and dragged the zipper down. I shimmied, and the fluttery chiffon floated to the floor.

“Prettiest ass I’ve ever seen. Goddamn flawless.”

I turned to face him.

He lifted his chin to me, his eyes on my top.

His unspoken order was implicit. I tugged it over my head and dropped it to the floor.

Now I was in just my bra—a black satin that matched the panties I’d left on the balcony.

His gaze was heavy lidded with desire as it swept from my breasts, over my flat, toned stomach and curving hips, to settle on the apex of my thighs.

I didn’t wait for his request this time. Instead, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall away.

He dragged in a deep breath, his chest expanding as he took me in. I wasn’t the most endowed woman, but they were firm and high. Besides, I was beginning to get the impression Utah was more of a leg or ass man.

As he studied me with his heavy-lidded gaze, I felt more vulnerable than ever before. My arms crossed over my chest. “I… I’m not like your biker girls, I suppose. The ones I see on the back of Royal Bastard bikes.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” His brows pulled together.

“I’m… I don’t have implants or ink, and…”

“Stop right there. You under the impression I don’t find you attractive or that I don’t think your tits are fucking mouthwatering? Because you are and they are. Understand?”

My mouth parted. He seemed a little pissed. I stared at the wall over his shoulder, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “Um…”

“No woman I’ve ever been with could hold a candle to you, babe.” His voice had softened considerably.

Whatever control he’d exerted over himself seemed to snap in that moment and he was across the room and on me. His palms cupped my face and dragged me to him, then his mouth crushed mine.

His tongue drove between my lips, and I eagerly met him, giving it back, stroke for stroke. I got that he was trying to convince me, and suddenly my fear seemed ridiculous, so I wrapped my arms around his neck.

A moment later, he dipped, locked his strong arms around my thighs, and carried me to the bed. He took me to the foot and lay me down, my legs hanging over the edge.

Standing over me, he held my eyes as he stripped out of his boots and jeans. His erection popped free, long and hard, and my mouth watered. Stepping over to his tall dresser, he came back with a strip of three condoms.

My eyes widened. “Three. Confident much?”

He grinned. “A man can hope.”

I couldn’t help my smile, but it faded as he dropped to his knees and spread my legs wide. His hands were big and tanned on the pale skin of my thighs. Somehow, the contrast made it even hotter. He was so opposite of me. I was soft curves. He was hard muscles. I was pale and blonde. He was tanned and dark. He was confident and assertive. I was less so, even though I tried to be.

Those rough palms glided up my inner thighs until his thumbs reached my pussy lips. He stroked them, then spread them, and a moment later he dipped his head, his broad shoulders spreading me farther.

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