Page 47 of Breaking Rules

Her arms slid around my waist, fingers splayed over my chest. “You’re a good man, Alec McCrae. Your mother would be proud of you.”

I closed my eyes, Lumen’s words striking deeper than I would’ve thought possible. Da had said similar things to me. When I’d graduated high school and again when I’d graduated from college. When Evanne had been born. He had told me how proud and how happy Ma would have been with what I had done with my life.

I wasn’t as certain that was the truth.

To have someone like Lumen see me,trulysee me, both the good and the bad…and then have her tell me that I was a good man and that my mother would be proud. Even after the assumptions I made and the way I’d handled them.

“I can hear you thinking too hard.” Her hands slid down to the waist of my pants. “Did I completely kill the mood?”

I turned in her arms and dipped my head to touch my lips to hers. “Not at all,mhurninn.”

The hands at the small of my back moved down to grab my ass. “Good, because I definitely like it better when you get me off than when I have to do it alone.”

The flood of images that inundated my mind at that statement had me instantly and painfully hard. “At some point, lass, I’m going to want you to demonstrate that difference.” I slid my hands under her shirt and up to move my thumbs across her nipples. “But later. Because right now, I need to make you come. Hard.”

Lumen’s eyes widened, and she caught her breath. Whatever she’d thought I would say, that hadn’t been it. She nodded and then raised her arms. I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, more interested in those tight peach-colored nipples and firm breasts than I was where her shirt went.

“Lay down.”

She did as I instructed, yanking off her pants as she moved. With her spread out in front of me like a vision, I had to reach down and adjust myself. She made me doubt my self-control, and not much in the world could manage that.

I went to my knees on the floor next to the bed and used her legs to pull her to the edge. She let out a startled laugh, and the sound made me smile. Her joy was as intoxicating as her arousal, something I wouldn’t have thought possible. When I draped her legs over my shoulders, the light on her face and the sparkle in her eyes deepened somehow, leaving me speechless.

The things this woman made me feel.

I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, worrying at the skin with my teeth until I left a mark. My mark. Satisfied, I turned my attention to more sensitive skin. I ran my tongue along the outside of her lips, then delved between them, tasting all of the flavors that were uniquely Lumen.

“Alec,” she breathed out my name, back arching off the bed.

I gripped her hips tighter and moved with her, relentlessly driving her toward climax. Each sound she made, each time her muscles clenched or her eyes closed were all signals to guide me to what would get her there faster or what would slow her down. These were the things I could read, a place my disability couldn’t touch.

She was close, her hands scrabbling against her bedspread, fisting the fabric, nails digging in. Her eyes were closed, sensual lips parted. Each panting breath drew my attention to her breasts. Her skin glistened with sweat, and I felt her muscles quivering as she strained toward release.

One day, I would have enough patience to tease her, draw out experience by taking her to the edge, and denying her time and again, making her sob and beg.

But today was not that day.

I pulled her clit into my mouth, holding it between my teeth as I sucked on it. She cried out, her eyes flying open. Wild, they caught mine, and my cock throbbed at the promise in those azure depths.

“Oh…Alec…”

A shudder went through her, and then I felt her come, muscles tensing, a look of near surprise turning into one of pure ecstasy. I helped her ride the wave of pleasure, easing back bit by bit until her body went limp, and only then did I pull back.

My own legs were weak as I stood, my cock chafing against my soft cotton boxer-briefs. I kept my gaze on her as I removed the rest of my clothes, drinking in the sight of her sprawled limbs, the flush to her fair skin, the look of utter satisfaction on her face. It wasn’t until I reached into my pants pocket that I realized what I hadn’t brought with me.

“Condom?”

If she didn’t have one, we’d work around it, but that wouldn’t be my first choice.

“Still in the drawer.” She pointed.

I wanted to ask if that meant she’d kept them in the hopes that I would come back to her, or if she simply hadn’t wanted to waste them and had intended to use them with the next man. Even as I thought it, I had to admit that I didn’t actually want to know the answer to that. The thought of her with another man made my stomach twist with jealousy.

By the time I finished putting on the condom, I’d pushed those thoughts from my mind and was back to being entirely focused on her. She’d pushed herself up the bed enough that I now had room, and I wasted no time settling myself between her legs.

I propped myself on one arm, giving myself the balance to kiss her while my free hand was busy between us, moving the head of my cock back and forth between her lips, gathering moisture. Her fingernails scraped over my nipple, and I groaned at the zing of pleasure that went through me.

“Ready, lass?”