Page 51 of Your Rule to Break

Her lips press into mine—fucking finally—smooth like silk. When she smiles into me, I almost combust. It’s like my skin is about to burst into flames and she’s the gasoline. I’m not afraid of catching fire. Instead, I want to.

It’s soft, urgent, needy, and electrifying all at once.

When she opens her mouth, just enough for me to brush my tongue with hers, she tastes like vanilla and citrus. My hands go into her hair, those curls—the ones I dream of. I lean into her, and she lets me. Her back arches, pushing her hips into mine, and she moans into my mouth.

My arms wrap around her lower back, I dip my knees, and then pick her up. At first, her legs are straight off the floor, until she wraps them around my waist. I walk her to the bar off the side of my kitchen and set her ass on it.

That perfect ass.

I kiss her with my hands on each side of her, keeping my dick far away from the bunched-up area of her jersey dress. I’ve never been turned on like this while wearing so many clothes. I don’t trust my dick any closer to her.

I put my forehead to hers and when she looks at me, I can barely breathe.

“You can’t look at me like that,” I say, not breaking eye contact, because that look is about to be my new obsession.

“Or what?” she asks while grabbing a fistful of my shirt, pulling me as close to her as I could be.

I bite my lip, stifling my laugh at her attitude. “I’ve been waiting too long to kiss you, to have you like this, and I need to take my time. Frantically fucking you on this bar doesn’t go along with that plan.”

She laughs and throws her head back, her hand still gripping the fabric of my shirt.

“I want to take my time with you,” I repeat, and she’s not laughing anymore. I’m surprised by how serious I sound. I wrap a curl around my finger and pull, letting it bounce back.

Emilie doesn’t say anything else before putting her arms on my shoulders, wrapping me up and putting her lips back mine. She trails her tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for her. She moans again, and I know those are something I’ll chase for as long as she’ll let me. Maybe even longer than that.

It’s like I'm starved for her. Every inch. Every sound. Every piece of her.

My mouth moves from her lips to her neck, turning her head with my hands in her curls, to kiss the soft spot behind her ear. She slowly tilts her head.

“That,” she releases a quick breath, “feels so good.”

I nip and nibble, and then I float my lips right in front of her skin. She’s practically panting and almost hits my mouth with the heaving of her chest. I lightly blow before placing soft, intentional kisses.

Emilie turns my face by putting her hands through my hair, scratching my scalp with her nails, before lightly pulling them down the front of my neck. The whole time, her lips are locked on mine and I don’t ever want to find the key.

This moment is a place I know I’ll go to in my dreams. For fuck’s sake, my brain even knows I’m being insufferably sweet, but this moment? It’s everything.

We separate, and she wraps her arms back around me and I hug her, my hands splayed on her back.

She puts a hand on my chest and creates a little space between us. “You kissed me,” Emilie says, wearing a smile that would stop me dead in my tracks.

“You kissed me back,” I say.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I didn’t know for sure… but I fuckingdreamedthat you would.”

Chapter 28

Emilie

Unknown

New phone number who dis

it’s Zack

I didn’t want you to block me thinking I'm some creep