Page 62 of Rule Number One
No. I didn’t want this. Ineededthis. I needed to let go ... to climb on the rollercoaster of life, throw my hands in the air, and feel the wind in my face as I plunged over the top. It was time to start living the way he had ... the way I never knew I could until I met him.
I leaned forward. “Kiss me again, and you’ll know just how sure I am.”
With one last exhale, he yanked me forward. “Fuck it,” he growled just before his lips crashed into mine.
Passion like I’d never known coursed through my body, heating me everywhere it traveled, seeping through me in waves of ecstasy. His rough hands cupped my face, holding me tight as he took what I offered him with each swirl of my tongue. The kiss felt so raw and primal, and I dripped with a carnal need to be with this man.
I slid my hands underneath his shirt, dragging my fingers across his rock-hard abs, tracing the lines that carved into his perfect physique. Heat pooled between my legs when he slid his hand down my back and cupped my ass. I wrapped my leg around him, pulling him closer, his hard cock pressing against my hip.
He pushed his body tighter against me, making it almost impossible to breathe with his weight pinning me to the trolley, but I didn’t care. He was the only oxygen I needed.
Voices coming out of the bar caught our attention, and we froze and spun to look at them. A group of tourists who’d had a few too many margaritas piled out of the bar laughing loudly.
“Shit.” Ethan glanced around, then reached down and grabbed my hand. “Follow me.”
He pulled me to the trolley door, then gently pulled it open, and we squeezed inside.
“Break into a trolley. That wasn’t on my list.” I giggled as he towed me down the aisle.
“The driver is a good friend of ours. He’s sitting at the bar drinking soda right now. He won’t mind,” Ethan said, then spun around and faced me.
Before I could say anything back, his mouth was on mine again—right where I wanted it. My hands went straight to his shirt, grasping the bottom and yanking it over his head. Our lips broke apart only for the length of time it took for his head to make it through, then our mouths collided once more. When his fingers slipped under my shirt and touched the bare skin of my back, I shuddered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, slowly releasing his grip on me.
Okay? I was more than okay. The old Ivy would have been terrified of getting caught, but the new Ivy was titillated at the thrill of the unknown.
“Yes. I’m okay. That was a good shudder. The best shudder. That was a please stop talking to me and put your hands back on my body again and never stop touching me shudder.”
With a deep laugh, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slid his hand into my back pocket, cupping my ass and yanking me against him.
“Well, if you insist.” He grinned that sparkling white smile, then bent down and kissed me again.
I melted into it as he squeezed my ass, pulling me against his thigh. It slid between my legs, and the slight pressure where I needed it most felt like the most exquisite release. I rocked up against him and let the pressure soothe some of the desire pooling between my legs.
This. This unbridled freedom surging through me was exactly what I’d been searching for. I wasn’t going to feel guilty or slutty. No shame in following my body’s desires. Not this time. This time I was going to do what felt right ... and what felt right was Ethan.
He started to slowly unbutton my shirt, and his gaze dropped to my breasts as they became exposed. I normally would have felt self-conscious with a man staring at me the way he was, but instead, it just titillated me more—his hungry gaze made me feel more turned on, and I wanted to feel him touch the skin he caressed with his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he reached forward and brushed his fingers across the swell of my breast.
My breath quickened when his hand slid beneath my bra, and I held his gaze as he brushed a finger across my nipple. “Oh God,” I whispered, closing my eyes for a beat as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across my stiffened peak. My skin was so taut and sensitive that the soft touch bordered on painful.
His other hand reached up and brushed against my cheek, and he slowly pulled my head back until our eyes locked. I held his gaze as he worked my breast, then he moved to the other. A gentle pinch of my nipple made me gasp, and he captured my sharp exhale with his mouth.
I moaned as he kissed me deeply, his hand cupping my breast and giving it a gentle squeeze before he slipped back out from under my bra, and his fingers began their descent south to where I wanted them most.
“Are you sure, Ivy?” he asked just when he reached the button of my jeans.
“Yes,” I whispered, moving my lips to his neck and smiling at the soft moans my kisses evoked. “I want the pizza, Ethan. I wantallof the pizza.”
He froze, then burst into laughter, and it caused me to laugh too. When I looked up at him, he grinned down at me.
“Well, in that case, let’s get this girl some fucking pizza.”
He grabbed me around the waist, and I squealed as he picked me up and tossed me gently onto the back bench of the trolley. His mouth crashed back into mine, his tongue sliding past my lips, and all I could think of was him sliding something else inside of me.
He broke our kiss just long enough to look me in the eyes, a gaze so powerful and intense it sent a shiver snaking straight down to my toes. As he held himself suspended above me, my gaze dragged across his shirtless body. His muscles bulged and tightened, the deep lines of his carved physique more pronounced in the faint neon lights of the bar outside.