Page 57 of Rules

I let my hand trail down his back to his waist, then slowly move around to brush the back of my fingers across his erection. I immediately retreat, trying to make it seem accidental, but his answering groan tells me I've failed spectacularly at being subtle.

In a heartbeat, he spins me around, pressing me against the wall. His hand finds my breast again, massaging and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

God, it's been so long since anyone touched me. His hand feels perfect, large and strong yet unexpectedly gentle.

Tobias breaks our kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, his stubble creating a delicious friction against my sensitive skin. His warm breath, the scrape of his beard, and the wet heat of his tongue combine to nearly push me over the edge. I'm embarrassingly wet already, my body practically begging for more attention.

His palm flattens against my hardened nipple and the wall, brushing back and forth through the fabric of my dress. He chuckles low in his throat. "I like this," he says, pinching gently.

"You caused it," I breathe.

"What did I do?" He flips me back around and draws back slightly to look at me, his expression a mixture of hunger and genuine curiosity.

"You on my neck drives me crazy," I confess. "Tobias, I haven't been with anyone in a long time."

Something softens in his eyes. "I know. Neither of us has."

When he leans in again, the kiss transforms into something different, slower, deeper, more deliberate. He wraps his arms around me, holding me like I'm something precious rather than just desired. This gentleness somehow turns me on even more than his earlier aggression. I fought the urge to shamelessly grind against him but decided instead to take matters into my own hands. While we're kissing, I bring my hands between us and start unbuttoning my dress. I manage to unfasten four buttons, exposing the black lace of my new bra, before he notices what I'm doing.

"Ruth," he murmurs, his gaze fixing on my newly revealed cleavage. He brings his face next to my ear, nibbling gently on my earlobe as I continue my mission. He breathes, "Roo."

I undo another button and, as I move to wrap my arms around his neck again, deliberately brush my hand against his erection. The growl that vibrates against my ear sends goosebumps cascading across my skin. I've never heard anything so fundamentally male and arousing. None of the other guys I've been with are anything like Tobias, nowhere near his level of masculinity. Not one of them has turned me on like he is now.

His hand returns to my breast, this time slipping inside my dress to cup me through my bra. Taking advantage of his distraction, I unfasten another button. The fabric begins to fall away from my shoulders, and I realize that with just a small movement, I could be out of the dress entirely. When Tobias returns his attention to my neck, I seize the opportunity, giving a slight shimmy that sends the dress sliding down my body to pool at my feet.

Tobias steps back, and for one horrible moment, panic floods through me. I've miscalculated, moved too fast, pushed too hard. He'll hate what he sees. What was I thinking? My fat ass shoved in this zero support lace.

His expression as his eyes travel from my face down to my black lace bra, matching underwear, and those knee-high boots. When his gaze returns to mine, his eyes are dark with unmistakable lust.

"You're the definition of all things beautiful," he says reverently, his voice rough with desire.

Relief and happiness wash through me, replacing my momentary fear. He steps forward again, capturing both my breasts in his hands. I arch my back, offering myself to him as he teases my nipples through the lace. A small, helpless whimper escapes me.

Tobias slides his right hand down my side to the waistband of my underwear. He hooks his thumb underneath, pulling the elastic back slightly before slipping his hand lower. He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

"Spread your legs," he commands softly.

Instantly, I'm melting, I kick my left leg to the side, stretching until my foot encounters a chair. Glancing down, I hook my foot around it and pull it closer, placing my boot on the seat. The position opens me wide for him, my thighs stretched apart in wordless invitation.

"Good," he approves, his voice husky. "Don't. Move."

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, my skin burning with anticipation.

Tobias studies me like a predator assessing its prey, taking his time. His hand between my legs, fingers tracing the outline of my lips.

In all my years of intimate encounters, I've never felt this way—heart racing, breath shallow, skin hypersensitive, an almost painful ache between my legs. Has this been what I've been missing all along? Why did I waste time with men who never made me feel a fraction of this?

My thoughts scatter completely when he pulls on my nipple while sliding two fingers inside me. My head falls back against the wall, "shit," I breathe out.

"Don't. Move." He repeats, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, then thrusts them back in with deliberate pressure. A moan tears from my throat as my head presses harder against the wall. His thumb finds my clit, circling it in rhythm with the movement of his fingers. While his other fingers pinch and pull on my sensitive nipple. The sensation is overwhelming—I can't believe I'm already close after just a few strokes.

On the third firm press of his thumb, the tension breaks. I come hard, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers inrhythmic pulses. I want to close my thighs, to trap his hand against me, but Tobias blocks my leg on the chair, forcing me to remain open and vulnerable as the waves of pleasure wash through me.

As my breathing begins to normalize, I lift my head to meet his gaze. The look of masculine satisfaction on his face is almost enough to start me building toward another climax.

"God that was fucking sexy to watch." He kisses my forehead.

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