Page 73 of Breaking the Rules
She shivered with anticipation when he inched under the lace edge to skim over her full curves. Her nipples pebbled against the gossamer thin material begging for his attention. But he merely circled them with a lazy finger.
He moved his hand lower to skim over the flat of her stomach to the curve of her hip. He followed the black edge down. Restlessly, she shoved her knee out to the side giving him better access. But when he moved his fingertips over the lace that covered her, it was feather light, and she needed more.
Waverly flexed against him, begging for the friction that would set her off. He ignored her body’s pleas. Instead he pulled the edges of the body suit’s crotch together over her center and tugged. She gasped when the material bunched and slipped between her slick folds.
He ran the top of a finger over her bared flesh. Back and forth, he stroked without making the contact she craved. Light strokes that made her beg for more.
“Please, Xavier.”
“Please what, Angel?” his voice was mild, but that fire was still in his eyes.
“Please touch me.”
“I am touching you. Can’t you feel me?”
“I need more,” she whispered.
He was stone hard against her, yet he made no move to free his straining shaft from the confines of his pants. He made no attempt to grind into her with a promise of pleasures to come.
His finger looped beneath the crotch of her bodysuit and tugged it away from her.
“God, yes,” she gasped, anticipating what would come next. But nothing did. When he pulled the material to one side, he didn’t plunge his fingers into her. He ignored the slick flesh that pleaded for his touch. Instead, he brought his face to her neck and pressed a soft kiss to her pulse there.
“You know what I love about you, Waverly?”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to feel.
“I love that you trust me.” The bite of his teeth against her throat excited her. But she felt anxiety at his words. He was up to something and was using seduction to get there. Unfortunately, her body didn’t seem to care. It shuddered when the crisp heat of his shirt brushed over her hardened nipples.
“You do trust me, don’t you?” he murmured. He used his index finger to hook under the lace strap and dragged it from her shoulder. She could see the pulse in his neck as he stared down at her breast. She knew he wanted to dive into her, but something held him back.
With his palm, Xavier made lazy circles around her breast, again too light to do anything but make her demand more. She arched under him, but he was careful to pull his hips up, denying her the contact her body needed. When he lowered his head to her breast, Waverly rejoiced.
Until he pressed a chaste kiss to the upper curve. He circled her nipple with soft kisses, never getting close enough to the straining peak.
“You trust me enough to tell me if you or anyone else I love is in trouble.”
Uh-oh. She shivered as his lips skimmed closer. “Of course,” she whispered.
“Or if they were doing something they shouldn’t be, something illegal.”
She had trouble concentrating on his words. Her breast and sex were bared to him, waiting, craving. The throb between her legs continued to grow more powerful. But she knew what he was asking. Chelsea. He’d figured it out somehow, and he was mad enough to kill them both.
She shot her hand down to cup him through his pants and felt a small spot of dampness. He wanted her, damn it. He wanted her so badly he was leaking, but he was happy to torture them both instead.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, playing dumb.
He shoved her hand away and worked his fly open. He freed his cock and fisted the engorged length in his hand. “Is this what you want, Angel? Is this what you’re begging for?”
“Yes,” she nodded, squeezing her eyes closed so she wouldn’t have to see him withholding himself. “What do you want?” She’d give it to him. She knew she would if he pushed her.
He slowly, carefully, nudged the blunt head through her folds stopping between the begging bundle of nerves and her empty entrance.
When she tried to buck against him, he held her hips in a vice-like grip. “Not until you tell me what I need to know,” he growled.
She gritted her teeth.
“Do you want me inside you? Do you want me to push into you and fill you?”
