Page 56 of Breaking the Rules
His words were lost as she worked herself down onto his rigid shaft until he was fully embedded. “Oh, God—” his abs tightened, and his head lifted reflexively off the pillow. It brought him to her breasts, and as she began to ride, he took a nipple into his mouth, plumped it with his tongue.
Her moan of pleasure spurred him on. She wasn’t riding him slowly. She set a breakneck pace that had her breasts bouncing against his face. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and lapped at it.
She was a goddess, his to worship, as she rolled her hips over him, her blonde waves tumbling down her back in a golden curtain.
“Xavier, you’re making me come,” she warned him, her lips parting as she sought breath.
He wasn’t sure if it was his name from those plush lips, the tender peak he worshipped with his mouth, or the way she slammed down on his cock, but he was coming. And there was no stopping it.
His hips jerked against her, abs freezing in flexion as he thrust in to her hilt. The first wrenching explosion of his orgasm triggered hers, and he felt the waves tighten her channel around him, milking jet after jet out of him as she gripped him between her thighs to ride out the storm.
She cried out, and he sucked deeply on the nipple he’d claimed, grunting softly as he emptied himself with violent thrusts.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Xavier hated to wake her. He wanted this moment between them to last. Waverly was curled on her side, her back cuddled against his front, wrapped in the embrace of his arms. He was still hard as a redwood—as if he hadn’t just been gutted by two violent orgasms.
But that wasn’t why he needed to wake her. He needed answers.
She’d left three goons incapacitated without breaking a sweat and had anticipated the shot that could have ended his life or seriously pissed him off before he had. He’d seen the gun in the split second that she’d knocked into him, sending him off balance and out of harm’s way.
That wasn’t luck. That was training.
He now had a good idea what Micah’s text had meant. He’d gotten it as he was frantically sprinting down the club’s emergency exit staircase trying to dial Waverly.
Big news on Tomasso and Target. You’re not going to like it. Call ASAP.
He’d barely escaped the crowd that had closed in on him in the VIP section after Waverly’s stunt. It was a first-hand experience with how Waverly must feel on a regular basis. So many people, each wanting a piece of you. He was going to have a talk with her about using him as a distraction, about separating herself from him, and trying to handle an armed squad of someone’s enforcers on her own. By the time he’d hustled through the door leading to the alley, his instincts were screaming that she was in trouble.
And it looked like it was bigger trouble than he’d anticipated.
He nuzzled into her hair and stroked his palm over her arm and taut stomach. “Angel, wake up.”
“Again? I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she murmured into her pillow.
He liked that picture enough that his dick twitched against her, but they needed to talk first.
“Baby, wake up. We have to talk.”
“We’re not getting married, X,” she yawned.
“Yes, we are. But that’s not what we have to talk about.”
“I know,” she grumbled and rolled over in his arms. Looking at her swollen lips and those full breasts that pressed against his chest, he started to change his priorities. And when she threw one leg over his hips to cuddle closer to his erection, he almost lost his resolve.
Reluctantly, Xavier pushed her across the mattress until she was an arm’s length away. “Hang on. We have to get out of this bed and get some clothes on or we’re both going to die of orgasm-induced dehydration.”
He dragged himself out of bed and padded over to the closet door. Invictus made it a policy to stock certain basics in each safehouse, and he was relieved to find sweatpants and t-shirts that would fit them both.
Waverly had rolled to her side and watched him approach with a feline smile. “God, you’re magnificent,” she sighed.
“Which one of us are you talking to?” he asked, glancing down at his still hard shaft.
“Bravo to both,” she said. When she stretched, the sheet slid down to reveal one perfect, supple breast.
He turned around.
“Angel, please get dressed so we can get this conversation over with.”
