Rule's Obsession (The House of Rule 1)

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Angie's nerves shifted when she felt her knees shoved apart and her panties pushed roughly aside. Her eyes flew open and she found him staring down at her. "I thought . . . I thought we weren't going to do this."

"Not going to fuck. Not going to screw you. Just have to feel you." Angie vaguely recognized that his usual urbane method of speech had fallen by the wayside and that he was grunting like a caveman. She was barely cognizant of anything except for the thick, blunt finger swirling around her opening, teasing her.

She couldn't let him.

Against her will, her world was filled with lights as a sharp arrow of pleasure pierced through her and her eyes closed with a volition of their own.

She knew she only had a second or two before he plunged inside, and against everything her body was screaming for, she reached between them and gripped his hand in denial. He hissed out a flat sound that threatened repercussion, but after an abbreviated, tension-filled moment, he let her control the movement of his hand long enough to lift it away from her body by a degree. The sharp hold he had on the material lessened just enough that her panties snapped back into place, covering her.

Her eyes flew open and they stared at each other, breathing deeply. She loosened her hold on his hand just enough that, instantaneously, it went back to her feminine center, and he began touching her over the material of her underwear, and within seconds, her panties were completely damp.

Her flimsy underwear offered little protection; his touch felt almost as good as it had before the material created a barrier between them. His eyes held hers, sharp and assessing, refusing to let her look away from him. Her reaction was swift and violent. Sexual arousal held her in its grip and she began moving against his hand in a subtle motion that she tried to control, but it was enough that it brought her to the edge so quickly that it almost panicked her.

His fingers slid over the material in a provocative motion, they slid over the slit that concealed her wet opening, to her clit and then back again. His teeth gritted, the words rattling from his throat in a disjointed sentence that reflected his struggle for control. "Make you come like this."

The words scared the living shit out of her. They scared the arousal straight from her body. She slammed her eyes closed again, shutting him out. She didn't want him to make her come. It was too soon, too intimate, way too intimate, and she didn't know him or trust him enough to let him see her without any control. She hurtled back to earth as she stiffened under him.

He must have felt her withdrawal because his hand tightened on her momentarily before releasing her. With icy precision, he reached up and fisted his hand in her hair. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but closed it again as she was silenced by his dark, purely frustrated expression. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as his features turned brooding.

He held her tightly, and whether he was testing himself or her, she didn't know. His control seemed to be on a knife edge, it could go either way, and she held herself perfectly still, wanting to run and flee, but longing to stay within the irresistible prison of his arms for a few seconds more. She exhaled a shallow pant as a shiver of response ran down her spine as he continued to stare at her with a look of barely-concealed lustful intent.

With a hungry hiss escaping from his chest, his hand dropped to her breast. Angie's face paled, thinking it was about to start all over again.

He felt her defensive reaction and snarled deep in his throat as he released her breast. "Fuck."

He lifted his hand from her hair and sat back, his jaw clenching tightly as he looked away and stared out the window. He took several deep breaths and cracked his knuckles. "Goodnight." The word was rough.

Angie sucked in a breath as disappointment and relief mingled within. She looked at him with a question in her eyes as she hastily pushed her skirt below her knees.

He turned back to face her. "Go on. Get out of the car."

Angie reared back from the harsh demand and put her hand on the door handle, but still she hesitated, even though she didn't understand why.

His muscles tightened and his nostrils flared. "You remember my warning?" His eyes narrowed, almost threateningly. "You best get out of the car, Angie, while I'm giving you the chance."

She watched him for the space of three seconds, apprehension rioting within her, and then she took the advice she was given, opened the door and fled.