Rule Breaker (Breeds 20)

For so many years she had wondered what it felt like, this pleasure she had denied herself for so long.

This Breed hadn’t bothered to sweep past any objections she might have.

He hadn’t given her a chance to object, period.

He hadn’t asked for permission.

He hadn’t even warned her.

He’d immediately flooded her entire body with such a rush of volatile pleasure that she couldn’t deny herself more.

And more.

Her tongue met his over and over again, rubbing against it, licking it, loving the taste of chocolate and peppermint she found there.

His palm cupped her breast, tested the weight, and he made that growly sound again as he released his hold. His hand slid to her hips, pressing beneath the hem of her shirt, and a second later he found bare skin.

If pleasure had been a rush of pure, adrenaline-laced heat flooding her veins before, the second his callused fingertips and palm brushed over her midriff, it became rocket fuel rushing through her system.

His fingertips rasped her sensitive flesh with destructive waves of sensation that fed pure sensual intensity straight to the suddenly hungry depths of her pussy. Her clit didn’t just throb now, it ached, hurting for his touch. Her nipples weren’t just tight, but so swollen, so blazingly sensitive that the scrape of her bra over the tight peaks was nearly too much to bear.

Too much to bear, and yet it wasn’t enough sensation.

Heat seared her nerve endings as a chill raced over her flesh, raising goose bumps along her arms as she shuddered within his hold.

His touch moved over her midriff to below her waist, halting there for a second before his lips tore from hers and Gypsy realized she was panting, desperate for air, yet just as desperate for his kiss again. A shaky moan left her lips and her lashes fluttered open as his kiss slid over her jaw to the sensitive line of her neck.

She arched against him helplessly, a mewling little whimper leaving her lips as his fingers tightened in her hair again, tugging at it. His teeth scraped against her neck, causing her to arch to her toes as a wave of exquisite pleasure exploded beneath his caressing lips and at her scalp at the same time.

She felt as though her nerve endings were racing to get as close to his lips and his tugging hand as possible. Her breasts were so swollen above his other palm that it was all she could do not to beg him to touch her.

All this was happening right here, in plain sight of anyone who might drive down the street behind the store.

It wasn’t exactly the outskirts of town. She lived only two blocks from Main Street, for God’s sake.

“Do we do this here?” he growled at her neck. “Or do we do this in the comfort of your bed?”

Her bed?

The implications of what they were doing exploded in her head.

“No.”

Who was more surprised when she tore away from him and managed to duck beneath his arm to escape to the bottom of the steps, her or Rule?

As she stared back at him, the glow of his eyes, like neon flames, seemed to lick over her body in promise.

It was a promise that sent a bolt of fear tearing through her.

When his gaze met hers, there was a warning in them as well. One that stroked over her body and seared her senses like a brand and assured her that he wouldn’t let her run for long.

“You don’t run away from pleasure that extreme, little girl,” he assured her, a confident smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“Watch me.” She wasn’t waiting around for him to actually touch her again and prove his words.

Jerking her house key from her back pocket, she fumbled for a moment before she turned and ran up the stairs. She heard him pounding up the steps behind her. A second later the key slid in, the door opened, and she jumped into the apartment, slamming the door behind her and sliding the deadbolt home just as she heard him reach the narrow deck outside.

A chuckle whispered through the door. “Who are you scared of, Gypsy? Me, or yourself?”