Page 29 of Break My Rules

But his tongue finds me, soft and wet, lavishing my clit in a delicious sweep. I moan, tilting forwards and grabbing hold of the headboard again.

I should beg him more often.

Chapter8

Saint

To say I’m not a morning person is an understatement. I usually sleep until noon, tired out from the debauchery of the night before—or take an early stroll home to avoid whatever misbehaviors I got into last night. But waking early Monday morning with Tessa sprawled in bed beside me, naked in the sheets with a peaceful smile on her sleeping face, I begin to see the appeal.

I watch her for a moment, relishing the chance to see her so unguarded, almost innocent. She lets out a breathy sigh, wriggling under the covers, and I feel an unfamiliar tightness in my chest.

Mine.

I reach over and brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek, careful not to wake her. After the drama of dinner on Friday night, we’ve spent a relaxing weekend together, just strolling the city, showing her the sights. Evenings, we’ve spent here at the house, watching old movies and getting wrapped up in each other’s arms. It’s been quiet. Understated. Domestic, even.

How the mighty have fallen…

I stifle a wry chuckle. Christ, I’ve never been possessive over my women; my sexual adventures are the very definition of temporary. A partner is there to be enjoyed, educated, explored—evenshared, as my past exploits would attest. But no matter what kind of sensual, wild fun I had, the ending was always the same: We’d go our separate ways. No promises, no commitment, nothing but a brief interlude of mutual satisfaction—and then onto the next one.

But laying here, with Tessa in my arms…?

I understand now, what makes Sebastian willing to kill for his bride. And why watching Tessa slide my housekey onto her keychain sparked some deep protective instinct.

This is only the beginning.

Tessa stirs, slowly blinking a couple of times as she wakes. “Good morning,” she murmurs, stretching with a sleepy yawn. Her body shifts under the sheet, baring her breasts, and I can’t resist leaning over to kiss each nipple in turn.

“It is a very good morning…” I lick her softly, and Tessa gives a satisfied moan of a laugh.

“Now, this is much better than my alarm,” she smiles, pulling me up to meet my mouth with a slow, sultry kiss. Goddamn, she feels perfect in my arms, warm and naked, wrapping herself around me like she never wants to let got.

Which would be just fine with me.

Finally, she pauses for air, her cheeks flushed and rosy. “What would you do for me right now?” she asks, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

I rock my hips into the cradle of her thighs, letting her feel my straining erection. “Any fucking thing you want.” I kiss her neck, finding that sensitive spot that makes her tremble.

“Breakfast,” Tessa says, pulling back. She grins at me. “Make me breakfast, darling. I’m so hungry, I could gnaw down on this pillowcase right now.”

I chuckle.Darling… I like the sound of that. “You didn’t like dinner?”

Tessa gives me a look. “Eating wasn’t exactly the first thing on my agenda for the evening.”

“Good point.” I release her and climb out of bed. “Eggs? Toast? Bacon?” I ask, as I pull on some boxers and a robe.

“All of the above,” she beams, getting up.

“Wait,” I stop her halfway to the bathroom.

“What?” She pauses, looking at me expectantly.

I drink in the sight of her naked body, there in the morning sunlight. Fuck, the curve of her hips… The swell of her breasts… It could drive a man to poetry. And when I remember how she looked, bouncing on my cock last night, shamelessly taking her pleasure, and screaming out for more…

“Nothing,” I finally reply. “Just I’m understanding now what made the great writers devote their lives to their craft. How can you find the words to describe something like you?”

Tessa blinks in surprise, then rolls her eyes. “Quit it,” she says playfully, like she doesn’t believe me. “You already got me into bed, you don’t need to bring out the fancy lines.” With a grin, she sashays into the bathroom, and slams the door.

I head downstairs to get started on breakfast, enjoying the morning peace. I can’t deny feeling a lot of relief, too, that we’ve officially crossed Sebastian Wolfe off her list of suspects. He’s one of my closest friends, and I didn’t believe for a moment it could be him. But still, now that Tessa believes it too, it’s a weight off my mind.