Page 61 of Your Rule to Break
Without a second thought, my hands find her tits, the ones she’s put on display for me. I press a kiss to the side of her neck, and she turns, giving me more room. More area to cover.
I lick and kiss my way down to the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. I lightly bite, even though I want to fucking devour her. No matter how bad I want her, I know we’re in a fucking dressing room with other people in the building.
“Thatdoesfeel right,” Emilie moans.
With that compliment, I feel her nipples in my hands, rolling the pink buds. I don’t quit kissing her, but look forward, and find her watching me through the mirror. Her eyes are wide, wild, and taking in every one of my movements. Her chest heaves as I squeeze her breasts, and when I shift back to her nipples, she closes her eyes.
Fuck.
“You’re actually killing me, you know that?” I turn and say into her ear, and then I’m kissing the soft spot behind it.
“You’rethe one making me needy. I want those hands,” she swallows and sucks in a breath, “everywhere.”
“Watch me through the mirror and maybe I will.” I draw soft circles on her sides, by her waist. My fingers are slow, teasing, and drawing out what we both crave.
Her eyes lock on mine, and I lazily move my hands down the front of her, until they’re at the top of her panties. Emilie’s breathing picks up, and her whole body moves with each breath she reaches for.
It’s intoxicating—seeing her respond this way to my touch.
I reach one arm up and across her body, grasping one of her breasts, and Emilie moans. Those sounds she makes, they’re unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It’s like my body wants to get them from her and then find a way to hoard them, keep them all to myself. I don’t want to share them. Fuck, I don’t want her making that noise for anyone else.
My other hand is still touching the lace of her panties, running my fingers along the place where the fabric meets her skin.
She watches me as I press my hand flat to her stomach and push it down, into her panties. Her head falls forward, eyes focused, and she bites her lip, pushing it into her teeth.
It’s hard to keep the pace slow. I’m torturing both of us but I have a feeling Emilie likes to be teased. The way she keeps following my lead, not rushing me. Not rushing us.
Fuck it, I can’t take it. I want to rush.
I go to put my fingers on her clit, but right before I can touch her, there’s a knock on the door.
“Are you two good in there? Do you need anything?” Mia’s cheerful voice kills the vibe.
We both freeze. I slowly remove my hands from Emilie and swallow. “Yeah, we’re good. Just had a zipper situation. We’ll be out front in a few minutes,” I call out.
“You got it,” she responds.
Emilie turns toward me, her tits still out, and she presses them to my chest when she wraps her arms around my neck.
Right before her lips find mine, she says, “A zipper situation, huh?”
“It wasn’t a lie.” My voice is like gravel, and I need something to drink.
Emilie puts her lips on mine for a kiss that puts the period at the end of whatever just happened.
Carefully, she picks the dress up, looks at me and says, “Looks like you need a minute.”
I look down and my erection is there, teasing me about falling short.
“That would be correct.”
Chapter 32
Emilie
After I’m back inmy own clothes and Zack is no longer pitching a pink tent, we’re at the front of the warehouse, each with our own “keeper rack” of things we’d like to purchase.
I love the dress—a one hundred percent yes—but the price on the sticker almost had me falling over. It’s hard to splurge on luxury items even when I know I can afford it. Getting the dress means probably putting everything back and not touching another clothing purchase for a month.