Page 179 of My Rules

Oh . . .

Why does that feel like the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard?

I screw up my face against his as emotion overwhelms me. Dear god, how am I so attached to him in just one week?

This is a disaster.

I planned on being strong and tough and the woman in control. A few pretty words, and he has me believing we are soulmates.

“Stop talking, and start fucking,” I snap as I act unaffected.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles and takes my hand. I catch sight of us in the mirror. He’s still fully dressed in his suit, and I’m completely naked.

Which is ironic ... actually, it’s symbolic, because he’s completely in control while I’m just a lovesick fool.

We walk into my bedroom, and he kisses me once again. His tongue curls around mine with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. With every flutter of his tongue, I feel it between my legs.

“I need you,” I breathe as I begin to lose control.

“I know.” He pushes me back to the bed, lays me down, props me up on pillows, spreads my legs. Then, with his dark eyes fixed on mine, he slowly undoes his tie and slides it off.

I hold my breath as he unbuttons his shirt. His tanned skin and stomach ripples come into view, and I sit up onto my knees, wanting to touch him. “Come here.”

He walks over to the edge of the bed, and I bend and kiss his stomach as he takes the shirt off over his shoulders. My hands roam over his skin as he kicks off his shoes and peels his socks off.

Suddenly I’m frantic. I need him naked, and I need it now.

I pull down his suit pants, and his cock springs free. It’s hard, with thick veins coursing down the length of it. The piercing bar catches the light, and precome is dripping from the end. I’m shocked to silence.

How is this man so physically perfect?

I bend and kiss him there, and his hand goes tenderly to the back of my head. “Watch your teeth.”

“Huh?” I glance up at him.

“Don’t chip your teeth.” His eyes dance with darkness.

Forget the stupid teeth, I’m about to rip out my tonsils.

I take him into my mouth and slide his girthy length down my throat as I stroke him.

He pants as he begins to lose control.

I take him deeper and deeper, and it’s such a contradiction, new sensations all around. The metal among soft, velvety skin that covers a rock-hard erection.

His hands fist my hair, and he pushes himself deeper down my throat.

My body is dripping with excitement, and I smile around him. He likes it.

I love it.

“Enough,” he growls as he bends and throws me back onto the bed. He spreads my legs and holds me open with his fingers and bends to lick me there.

I nearly jump from the mattress.

“Fuck,” he moans into me. “You’re so fucking wet.” He sucks me deeper, and I nearly turn inside out. “You taste so good.” His eyes are shut, and he’s completely lost in the moment. His stubble burns me as he thrashes his head from side to side.

My feet lift into the air as I desperately battle to hold on to control, but I can’t.