Page 10 of Rules We Break

“Good boy,” she purrs against my lips. “Let’s go home.”

CHAPTERSIX

Before I can throw her over my shoulder and take her outside, one of the guys interrupts and begs me to join them for a game of pool. I’m about to tell him to fuck right off when Ivy interrupts and tells me to go play a game, and then we’ll leave.

I look at her like she’s crazy, but she just smiles. This is what she gets off on, being in control of the situation. She knows I’m hard as a rock in my pants, but making me wait is all part of the foreplay for her.

But I’m not as disciplined as she is. So when we’re almost done with this godforsaken game of pool and she excuses herself to the ladies’ room, I give it a second and then follow her, ordering a ride home on the way. I’m a stalker, hunting my prey through the bar like some sort of feral beast.

My blood is pounding a drumbeat in my ears, and my peripherals are blurry. I’m a man on a goddamn mission to taste that woman within the next three minutes, or I’ll cease to exist.

I test the handle, but she’s locked it, so I pound on the dirty wood door until she throws it open, looking for a fight. When she sees it’s me, she just smirks.

“Can I help you?”

“You can.”

I push her further in, locking the door behind us before shoving her against the wall with my hand on her throat. I pin her there, my thigh between hers and my mouth hovering over her lips. She’s fisting my shirt at my sides, holding me tightly against her as I use my free hand to pull on a fistful of her dark hair.

Our bodies are so entangled that I can’t tell where hers starts and mine ends.

“You can tease me all you want when we get back to the hotel,” I murmur. “But right now, I need to taste you.”

“Need?” she asks, still trying to come off as the one in charge—the one dominating this situation.

Instead of answering her, I kiss her. I attack her mouth, forcing it to open for me so that I can dip inside. Her whimpers and moans are like coming up for air. I’ve missed her body and her sounds. I’ve missed the way she melts into me every time we’re together. I’ve missedher.

I keep kissing her as my hands move south to unbutton her jeans. The damn things are practically painted on, and I wind up ripping a belt loop in my haste to push them down her thighs. She breaks the kiss and laughs while my hands move to her now bare ass.

“Take it easy,” she whispers, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “We have all night.”

“We do,” I agree. “But I told you. Just need a taste, baby.”

My hand comes around and dips between her thighs, teasing her slit with my finger. She’s bare, freshly waxed, and I groan at the softness of her skin. And—fuck—she’s wet. So, so wet.

Finding her clit, I gently circle it with the tip of my finger, relishing in the breathy moans coming from her mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her fingers delve into my hair. She pulls hard, and that twinge of pain sends a jolt of pleasure down to my cock, making it pulse painfully against my zipper. It’s a testament to my self-control that I don’t fuck her right here, right now, against this wall.

Instead, I push deeper, letting one finger slide deep into her pussy. And then I add another, and another.

“Look at you,” I murmur against her heated skin. I kiss down her jaw until I can nip at that sensitive spot next to her ear. “You’re taking it so well. How’s that feel, baby?”

“Yes” is all she manages to say.

A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. I love it when she becomes this soft little puddle in my hands, and watching her as she slowly comes apart gives me the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

“Are you going to come for me, Ivy?”

She struggles to open her eyes with my fingers thrusting and curling in the perfect rhythm. But those baby blues finally lock onto me, and she nods.

I tsk, teasing her.

“Use your words, baby.”

She groans in frustration, but it turns into a moan that’s all pleasure.

“You’re fucking annoying when you’re up on your high horse. How’s that for using my fucking words?”

I double down my efforts, and the noises between her thighs and her moans are the only thing filling this little bathroom we’re in. Thank god it’s a small bar with a one-room bathroom kind of setup because there is no way we wouldn’t have gotten caught by now otherwise.

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