Rule's Obsession (The House of Rule 1)

Her eyes dropped to the base of his throat. It was tanned and laced with sinewy muscle, an obvious pulse showing where the blood pumped swiftly through his veins. He was invading her personal space as if it were his due; his legs were braced apart on either side of hers, holding her trapped. He pressed his body so closely against hers that she could feel his pulsing arousal. His erection against her was hard and hot and it inflamed her senses to a dangerous degree.

"Giving up so easily?" His voice was brusque and arrogant as he slid his free hand into her hair and lifted her face, controlling her easily, allowing her no movement to turn away from him, even had she wanted to.

His words brought her back to herself; she wasn't here to engage in a bout of afternoon sex with him. Truly, she wasn't, even if she had to force herself to remember that. She was here to tell him about his mother and she needed to focus on that. "No."

"No?" As if the conversation they were having and what their bodies were doing were two different things, he slid his leg between hers with a quick, jerky movement, forcing her thighs apart. "You want to play more mind games with me?"

The feel of his steely-muscled thigh wedged against her most intimate spot almost blew her away. Her communication skills dropped to almost nothing as she parroted his words back to him. "Mind games?"

He dropped his hand from her chin and it landed on her breast, finding and squeezing her nipple. Sensation exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors. "Mind games, you little witch. Why are you here if you're not giving up?"

Angie felt the brush of his thumb against her nipple as a damp heat flooded her panties. "I have . . . I have something to tell you," she managed to mumble, vaguely recognizing that there was a subject about his mother that needed discussing, but not having a clue what it was since her brain was so jumbled.

His mouth fell to her ear. "I have something to tell you, too." The rush of his hot breath against her inner ear sent shivers of delight to the pit of her stomach and his next words almost made her faint. "I want to strip you naked and fuck you from behind." His hands slid between them and with rapid movements, began unfastening the front enclosure of her pants. "But first I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream."

He began pushing her pants down her hips almost violently, and her heart thundered, her skin prickled with the hazy memory of something he'd previously said to her. "Wait--"

He cut her off with his lips on hers, his tongue delving deep into the interior of her mouth, making gooseflesh rise on her skin as sexual need, hot and heavy, held her in its grip. She couldn't catch her breath as he stroked her tongue with his, and with both panic and arousal, Angie felt the material of her pants slide down to her knees.

Impatiently, he pulled her panties to the side, and in sync with the next stroke of his tongue, Angie felt herself impaled by a thick, blunt finger. At the impact, her body arched, and he took immediate advantage and pushed further inside. Her body held his finger snugly, and she adjusted her stance minutely, to give him more room. The back of her head hit the door as her legs weakened and her knees shook as he claimed her with his hands.

His mouth left hers and with his finger finding and stroking a sweet spot deep inside her, her eyes opened and she found him staring at her, his nostrils flaring.

Explosive currents of need raced through her, her heart hammering so strongly it almost hurt. The blood pounded in her veins and coalesced in the spot deep inside where he stroked her. Her eyes began to close again and when she heard his threatening growl, they flew open. "Don't shut me out while I make you come."

There was something in that demand that sent a strong arrow of trepidation bleeding through the pleasure Angie was feeling. Abruptly, the warning he'd given her before began blaring through her head in a series of alarm bells. She stared at him and then shook her head, "No." He seemed to only want sex, but all she could hear was the silken thread of caution reverberating through her memory. It wouldn't be just fucking with you and me. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping with me, it wouldn't be just sex. So, I'm warning you now. I'd own you.

His lips curled over his teeth in a snarl, "No, what?"

"I don't want you to make me come." As she said it, she began pushing at him, trying to get free, her brain functioning again, for the moment at least, overruling the needs of her body. It was one of the hardest things she'd ever tried to do, but she had a sudden, overwhelming need to listen to her brain and not her libido.