Page 89 of The Rule Breaker
Before I can move in again, her eyes drift to the shelf beside my bed, and she tilts her head. “Are those old video games?”
I glance over. “Yeah.”
She steps closer, crouching slightly as she reads the spines of the DVD cases. “Oh my god. Is that the original Mario Kart?”
A grin pulls at my lips as I walk over to stand behind her. “Yep. Mario Kart 64. Still works, too,” I tell her. “The Graphics are shit, but I grew up playing this with my brother.”
She looks up at me, arching a brow. “You like the old ones better, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” I say with a chuckle. “Nothing beats the classics.”
“I love this game,” she murmurs, running her fingers over the cartridge. “I used to wreck my brother,” she replies, her lips turning up into a smile. “He’d storm off every time I hit him with a red shell.”
I shake my head, a laugh bubbling out of me. “You’re telling me you’re a sore winner?”
She smirks, turning those gorgeous eyes on me. “I’m telling you I’m undefeated.”
I raise a brow, stepping closer again. “Dangerous words.”
“Prove me wrong.”
“I might have to,” I murmur, stepping in closer, backing her toward the bed, my smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.
My fingers slide under the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing warm skin. Fuck, I’ve missed this.
“Did you miss me?” I ask.
Her eyes find mine, that playful spark lighting them up. “No.”
I lean in closer, letting my breath fan across her cheek, my grin widening. “Liar.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t move away. “I saw you two days ago,” she says.
I scoff, letting my fingers skim along her waist. “Exactly. That’s way too long.” I tighten my hold on her hips, pulling her closer. “Come on, Bels, just admit it. You missed this.”
She lifts her chin, mouth tugging into a smirk. “If I say yes, will you stop being so smug?”
I laugh, shaking my head slightly. “Probably not.” I lean in closer, lips hovering just above hers, teasing her. “Say it, baby. Tell me you missed me. We both know you did.”
She doesn’t reply for a second, just keeps those eyes on me, before grabbing my shirt, hard, and yanking me into a kiss that shuts me up instantly.
I groan into her mouth, my hands gripping her waist as she melts into me. She’s warm and soft and so fucking addictive, and I’m already forgetting how to think straight. I want to savor this and take my time. But all I can think is that I need her closer. I deepen the kiss, my body running on instinct, chasing more of her.
God, I’m never going to get tired of this. Kissing Isabella is like nothing I have ever felt. It messes with my head in the best way and makes my heart slam against my ribs, like she’s rewriting every damn part of me to erase every other person out of my mind and shaping me to fit perfectly with her.
Her fingers slide into my hair, her nails slightly grazing my scalp in that slow, dangerous way she knows drives me crazy. It’s not just a kiss—it’s her staking a claim, and shit, I might just let her.
My hands trail under her sweatshirt, feeling her soft, warm skin, groaning as I continue to lift it higher and higher. She raises her arms, letting me pull it over her head in one smooth motion. The second it’s gone, my hands are on her, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, up to the soft swell of her chest.
A knock hits the door.
We freeze.
Isabella’s eyes fly wide, her breath catching against my mouth. “You said they wouldn’t notice,” she whispers.
I press a finger to her lips, listening.
“Ryan?” It’s Logan. “Game’s started, man. Are you coming down?”
