Page 79 of The Bad Boy Rule

The rest I’ll figure out later.

There’s no hesitation in the nod of her head, and part of me hates that there isn’t.

That I’ve been harboring this plan that she has no idea about, and she’s willinglytrustingme with her body.

Without a second thought.

I turn and lay her on the bench beside me. Her long red hair fans out beneath her like a halo, cascading down the sides. Fuck, seeing her spread out beneath me like this has a deep groan sounding in the back of my throat. Lennon’s eyes are heavy-lidded, flickering with hunger, never backing down from theintensity of my stare. Her cheeks are a warm, pink contrast to her creamy, pale skin, her full lips parted.

She looks like a goddess.

And I feel un-fucking-worthy.

The air crackles around us as I slowly slide my palms along the soft skin of her thighs, her breath hitching and ghosting along my lips as I hover over her.

I don’t just want to taste her, touch her… I want to watch as she falls apart for me. I want to commit it to memory, every goddamn inch, every breath, every second of her pleasure.

My lips crash against hers, and I kiss her like she’s the salvation to my ruin. Her hands fly to my T-shirt, fisting in the fabric as she tries to pull me closer, her tongue pushing past my lips and tangling with mine.

It’s hot as fuck, desperate, frantic, as if we can’t move fast enough.

But if anything, I want to slow it down, savor every single second.

I tear my mouth away and trail my lips down her jaw, tongue dragging along her neck, tasting her as I rake my teeth over the sensitive skin, forging a fiery path down to her chest, where I plant kisses along her collarbone, then the hollow space between her tits that peeks out from beneath the leotard painted on her.

My nose drags along the taut, pebbled peak of her nipple, and a soft, sweet whimper falls from her lips.

So responsive.

Her legs fall open as I make my way down her stomach, pressing my lips in a path lower until I’m at that little fucking skirt.

The one I clearly have some sick, kinky obsession with.

I’m finally going to flip it up and do what I’ve been fantasizing about since the first day she stepped on the ice, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself then.

I settle between her thighs, looking up her body to hold her gaze, never letting my eyes leave hers.

Intentional eye contact that speaks without words.

Her teeth rake over her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth as my fingers curve around her thighs, pushing them open even wider, bringing my nose to her spandex-covered slit.

Suddenly, I feel her fingers tugging on my hair, and I lift my head.

“I’m… nervous,” she whispers. “What if I don’t taste…” She blushes as her words trail off, but I know exactly what she’s trying to say.

“There’s not a chance in fucking hell that I’m not going to want to drown in you, Golden Girl.” To drive the point home, I drag my nose along her pussy, inhaling. “Trust me. I’m about to come in my pants justsmellingyou.”

Not a lie, my dick is currently weeping in my pants.

Her lips roll together as she bites back a smile, her limbs loosening as she drops her head back onto the bench.

“Relax, and let me show you how much I like this. How much I want every drop of cum on my tongue. I want to still be tasting you for days, Lennon.”

My fingers deftly unsnap the leotard covering her, slowly sliding it open, revealing the sweetest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.

Motherfucker.

I plant my lips against her thigh and groan, the sound vibrating through us both.

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