Rule's Seduction (The House of Rule 4)

For now, he couldn’t wait another second to push inside her. He needed to taste her, he needed to see her naked body, needed to put his brand all over her, needed to sink inside and lose himself within her graceful beauty.

Feeling a need to control her that was completely foreign to him, he reached down and took her wrists in his hands and lifted them above her head. Pushing his leg between her thighs, he heard the slight catch of her breath. The small sound made him feel wild inside, untamed. When the fuck had he ever wanted a woman this fast, this hard, this intensely?

Never that he could remember. There was no question—if he had ever felt this way about a woman, then she would still be in his possession.

He pushed the disturbing thought aside and went for the silky, pink mouth below his.

“Wait,” she panted as he lowered his head.

The beginnings of a feral growl rose in his throat but he managed to halt the descent of his lips to stare into her wide, startled eyes. Holding her securely imprisoned in his grasp, he waited—almost daring her to try to get away as he fought the craving that inflamed him.

“We have to use a condom and I don’t have one,” she breathed out in a single puff of air, her brown eyes troubled.

Thanking fuck that she wasn’t trying to stop him, he muttered, “Yeah,” before his mouth fell to hers.

Gratifyingly, her lips opened under his; she tasted like a fine wine he’d never had the pleasure of sampling but intuitively knew that he’d never be able to do without again. Another disturbing thought. He pushed it aside and concentrated on the slender wrists trapped within his fingers and the flat plane of her stomach cushioning his cock.

Oh, she was fine. Unquestionably, fine. Unable to stop himself, he reached down and lifted the silk shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

He took a moment to look down. Her bra was pale, skin-toned and was made of a fine, almost gossamer lace that hid none of her beauty, twisting his guts into a frenzy. She was sucking in oxygen as if she’d just run a seven-minute mile, and damn if he wasn’t doing the same.

He transferred both wrists to one hand, sank his fingers into the center of her bra and pulled it down. He felt his pulse accelerate as perfect, round breasts spilled over the flimsy material. He had to get his shit together—he couldn’t unleash his true self until she had no way out or she’d run scared. He breathed in deeply as he watched her nipples tighten into small points of desire. As much as he tried, it wasn’t within him to soften his grasp—so he tried to tone down his personality with words that would soothe her. “So, yeah, I’m not going to be able to wait,” he forced out in half apology, half warning. “Want to be a gentleman, but it’s going to have to wait, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer and not really expecting one, Max released her long enough to reach for the clasp of her slacks. Holding her pinned against the wall with his thighs, he quickly undid the fastening and pushed both slacks and panties down her legs, lifting each ankle to drop the clothes to the floor.

Her eyes closed as her head turned away while she dragged in calming breaths, and he took the few seconds needed to dig a condom from his back pocket. Glancing around the suite he’d barely looked at since he’d checked in, he spied the chaise lounge that was the closest flat surface. Picking her up, he paced the few steps with her slight weight in his arms.

Dropping her down, he wasted no time, stripping naked in a rush, and then, with precision and speed, rolled the condom on and came to his knees before her. More than ready now, and on a tight leash, he looked down, past her stomach, at her pale white skin decorated with only a small strip of manicured curls over her mound. Pressure rose in his brain and there was no possible way he could keep his hands to himself any longer. Pressing his finger against her clit, he felt the gratifying rush of wet heat just as she let out a high, tight moan.

Anticipation and need hit him hard. Grasping her ankles, he pried her legs apart and came between them, readying himself to impale her. “Erin. Open your eyes.”

She did as he said and her eyes flew open, her nostrils flaring.

He put his fingers back to her clit and held her eyes. “This is just to take the edge off, understand? You’re going to come hard and fast and I’m going to follow and then we’re going to do this all fucking night, got it?”