Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)
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One more touch.
I can’t get enough.
“Will.” I let out a breathy moan.
That’s his cue to start fingering me.
Kind of.
He rubs me, tortures me with slow, rough circles over my underwear.
Holy.
Freaking.
Shit.
I could punch him right now. How in the ever-loving hell can he make me feel this way without really touching me? A hint of a smirk tugs at his lips as his hand begins its climb toward my stomach. He pulls on my underwear, mere seconds away from crossing the point of no return, but just as his fingers start to slip under…
His phone rings.
Kassidy
The moment the loud ringtone cuts through the air, Will interrupts the kiss, disconnecting from me with a gravelly curse. His hand hasn’t moved one bit, still resting on the outer side of my underwear.
Seriously, phone?
Now?
Our eyes meet on the third ring. I expect him to be horrified by the previous events, crippled with regrets, but he looks… strangely calm. Not panicked, not scared.
Neutral.
And horny.
Definitely horny.
Maybe it just hasn’t sunk in yet.
Or…
Maybe he doesn’t regret it?
The ringing continues for long, beyond awkward seconds. When it becomes clear whoever’s calling is not quitting anytime soon, Will withdraws his hand from my pants and props himself up onto his palms. I keep waiting for him to pick up his phone. Until he curses again, stretches his right arm out, and swipes something off the floor.
My phone.
It’s not his phone that stopped us.
It’s mine.
Someone is calling me. Evidently, the first name that pops into my mind is Kendrick’s, but the look on Will’s face when he takes a peek at the screen tells me I couldn’t be further from the truth. Cold is what he becomes. Any warmth that might’ve ever resided in his eyes is replaced by annoyance as he tosses me my phone. My heart drops at the caller ID.
Luke.
The call dies down as Will pushes to his feet, shamelessly adjusting the massive bulge straining against his pants. My eyes follow the motion, and my cheeks flare. Shit. He looks big.
Kass, what the fuck?