Page 61 of The Rule Breaker
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ISABELLA
Idon’t even remember how the hell we got to my dorm, but honestly, I don’t care. All I can focus on is the feel of Ryan’s lips on mine, how his kisses make my entire body burn, how every touch of his hands seems to set fire to my skin.
The door clicks shut behind us, and as soon as it does, he’s on me again. His groan is desperate, and I melt into it, losing myself as his hands slide down my back, pulling me closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips, and I open for him. His tongue brushes against mine, with an intensity that makes me ache for more. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never felt so desired before.
“This fucking top,” he grits out, his fingers gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging it up. His hand follows, trailing over my stomach, sending a shock of electricity through me.
“These fucking jeans,” he mutters, his hand moving to grip my ass, squeezing hard, and I gasp. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathes, his lips brushing over mine.
His words make a rush of heat flood my core, my body aching with need. Every second that passes, every touch, every kiss,makes the fire inside me burn hotter, deeper. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever wanted someone this much.
“Take your shirt off,” I whisper, my hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Please.”
I can hear the amusement in his voice when he chuckles, the sound so damn sexy it makes my stomach tighten. “Begging already? Baby, I’m just getting started.”
I want to roll my eyes, maybe push him away and tease him a little, but I can’t. Not now. The need for him is so overwhelming, that I can’t do anything but melt into him, and let myself feel every touch, every kiss.
He pulls back slightly, and I nearly whimper in protest, but before I can, his hands are already at his back, tugging his shirt off over his head. My eyes lock onto his chest, sculpted and toned, and I can’t help the rush of desire that floods me. I let my gaze travel down, following the trail of dark hair that leads from his chest to his abs, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
I want to pull his jeans off, kiss my way down his body, and explore every inch of him.
Ryan’s eyes darken, a low groan slipping from his throat as he takes a step forward, gripping my waist and pulling me against him. “Stop fucking me with your eyes or this will be over before you know it,” he says, chest rising and falling with every harsh breath. “God, I swear, I could come from just your eyes on me.”
“Quick on the draw?” I tease.
His laugh rumbles deep in his chest, and his tongue slides over his lips, making my pulse stutter. “More like you’re hot as fuck, and I haven’t slept with anyone in months.” His hand runs through his hair as he groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow my load the second you touch me.”
I raise an eyebrow, even though my core throbs at the idea. “You’re setting yourself up for failure here. Should I have gone with Dylan instead?”
Ryan’s eyes flare with heat, and a low, almost feral noise escapes him. Before I can blink, he’s on me again, pulling me flush against him with a force that takes my breath away.
“You want someone to fuck you, you come to me,” he snarls, his eyes boring into mine, hard and hungry. “No one else. Got it?”
I want to tell him that I don’t want anyone else. That the thought of being with anyone else makes my stomach turn. But I keep it inside, not wanting to scare him off.
“I thought you didn’t do relationships,” I throw out, arching an eyebrow.
Ryan shakes his head, his grip tightening on my waist, his breath ragged against my skin. “I don’t,” he confirms. “That still stands.” His lips find the soft spot below my jaw, kissing me with a tenderness that makes my heart skip. “I just want to make you feel good. Just this once.” He pulls back, eyes searching mine. “Are you okay with that?”
The words make something in my stomach swirl. I know the deal. We both know the deal. But the thought of him walking away afterward, of watching him flirt with other girls, sounds like torture.
Despite everything, I nod, forcing the words out. “Duh, rebound, remember?” I tilt my head. “Do you think I’m going to beg you to fuck me again?”
Ryan’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d love to hear you beg.”
I roll my eyes, pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “Your ego is massive.”
“As is my cock,” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips before he pulls me in closer, kissing me again.
I pull back after a few seconds, catching my breath. His eyes are a little hazy and confused as he looks at me for an answer. I twist my fingers together nervously, and my lips part as I search for the words. “So, um… I kind of can’t come with just penetration.”
Ryan’s brows furrow. “Oh?”
“It’s not a guy thing,” I explain, and his eyes stay focused on me. “I’ve tried plenty on my own… trust me.”
His lips twitch, fighting a smirk, but he stays quiet, letting me go on.
