Fair Game (The Rules 1)

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against my bare skin, making me shiver.

“I can see that.” My voice is scratchy and I clear my throat.

“How was your last night there?” She tilts her head back, causing all of that glorious red hair to spill down her back and I’m tempted to grab hold of it and give it a tug.

“Awful. Busy. Exhausting.” I suck in a sharp breath when she spreads my shirt wide and leans in to drop a kiss on my stomach, just above my navel. I shrug out of it hurriedly, letting the shirt drop to the floor as I watch her kiss me again and again. Fuck, I think she’s trying to kill me.

“I can make it better,” she whispers against my skin, her mouth traveling downward as her hands curl around the waistband of my pants.

“I bet you can,” I mutter, grunting when she slides her hand down the front of my pants, right against my erect cock.

She pulls away with a smile. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about your offer and I’m going to say yes.”

I frown. She’s confusing me, kissing my stomach and talking about offers. “What offer?”

Her smile turns coy. “For me to live with you for the summer. I’d love to. Thanks for asking me.”

“Oh.” Relief floods me. “Good. Thanks for accepting.” I’m mimicking her response, making her smile. But I decide to turn it serious. “I didn’t want to be without you for months on end, Jade.”

“I didn’t want to be without you either.” She undoes the snap on my pants, then pulls the zipper down, spreading the fly open so she can see how my cock strains against the front of my boxers. With a hum she presses her lush mouth on my erection, delivering feather soft kisses along the length and driving me out of my fucking mind with wanting her.

Yeah. She’s definitely trying to kill me. Slay me dead.

“Fuck, Jade,” I choke out and she smiles up at me, her hands reaching upward so she can shove my pants and boxers down with one push. My cock leaps toward her and she grips the base, wrapping her mouth around the head and drawing me into her warm, wet mouth…

“No.” I push at her bare shoulders. “No, no, no. I can’t do this. Not like this.”

She releases me from her mouth, backing away slightly with a frown marring her pretty face. “Why not?”

I kick off my shoes and pants and join her on the bed, pulling that curvy, hot as fuck body close to mine. “Because when I come tonight, it’s going to be inside you, not down your throat.”

“Oh.” Her eyes are dilated and I know what I said just turned her on. Good, because it turned me on too. “Well. Have your wicked way with me, Shepard Prescott.”

Her invitation is all I need. I’m too anxious for prolonged foreplay tonight. I need to be inside her. Moving within her, feeling her clutch me tight, watching as that glazed look fills her eyes and she throws her head back, her body trembling as she’s about to come.

I kiss her wildly, my hands roaming, one reaching out toward the bedside table to find a condom already waiting for me. I grab it, never breaking our kiss and slipping my hand between us, tearing the wrapper open awkwardly and trying to slip the condom on.

“Let me help you,” she murmurs against my lips, her slender fingers taking the rubber from my grip and slipping the ring over the head of my dick. She rolls it on, her mouth never leaving mine and I groan at her touch. I’m desperate to get inside her and lose myself. I need this.

I need her.

She removes her hand from my cock and I roll her over so she’s pinned beneath me. She opens her eyes and smiles, the look on her face nothing short of breathtaking and I readjust myself, slowly sliding inside her body until I’m filling her up completely.

“Oh.” Jade arches her back, sending me deeper and I groan. “God, you feel so good.”

I say nothing, just increase my pace, not wasting any time, savoring the drag and pull of my cock slipping in and out of her welcoming body. The way she curls her arms and legs around me, clinging to me, sending me even deeper, if that’s possible. The whimpers that sound low in her throat when I hit a particular spot and I try my best to hit it again.

And again.

I can smell her, sweet and sexy, her silky hair is in my face and her breasts are smashed against my chest. She’s so wet it’s easy to move even faster and I reach between us, touching her clit, circling it and making her cry out. I need to send her over the edge because fuck it, I’m already so close. Being inside her like this, knowing that she’s going to stay with me, that we’re actually going to try our damnedest to make this work, I’m…overwhelmed. And close.

So fucking close.

That I’m about…

To blow.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” My head is on Shep’s shoulder, my arm slung over his chest. I’m playing with the scant hair that grows between his pecs, sort of loving it because I’ve never been with a guy who has hair on his chest before. It’s just so…manly.

And sexy. God, everything about Shep is sexy.

“I said a lot of things earlier,” he murmurs, his voice this deep, delicious rumble in his chest.

“When you said you were…” I pause and swallow hard. “That you were falling in love with me.” If he denies it I will die. Just wither away and turn to dust right in this bed.

He stiffens the slightest bit beneath me. “Yeah,” he says huskily, without hesitation. “I meant it.”

We say nothing for a moment and my mind is racing. So is my heart. I can’t believe it. I seriously cannot believe Shep is falling in love with me but then again…I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been falling in love with him too.