Page 9 of Rulebreaker

She sounds—the soft moan vibrating up my throat and across my tongue—like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

I slide one palm up her spine, dive it into her hair, the soft tresses tickling the back of my hand, tangling over my fingers. Using that to my advantage, I press my fingertipsagainst her scalp, tilting her head, positioning her lips exactly as I want, holding her in place…

So I can plunder her mouth.

So I can take everything I want.

So I can discover all that she likes.

“Atlas,” she gasps, pressing against my chest, sucking in rapid gusts of air. “I need to breathe.”

“No, Texas,” I murmur, rising to my feet, setting her on hers.

She wavers, and it’s nothing to do with the slight bobs and weaves as the pilot navigates the plane to Denver, coasting over the San Gabriel and San Bernardino mountains. It’s the kiss…and it’s the alcohol.

So, even though I’ve wrapped my hand around hers, preparing to draw—or maybedrag—her back to the bedroom, I lock down my desire, stare deeply into those beautiful blue eyes of hers, and study her closely as I ask, “Are you drunk?”

I expect her to crack a joke.

Or maybe to say that it’s no big deal, even if she is.

But, as Lily is often wont to do, she surprises me.

Her free hand touches my jaw. Her expression goes soft. The humor in her blue eyes fades, gentleness taking its place. “I’m tipsy,” she murmurs. “But I’m not drunk.”

I crouch a little, studying her gaze, her face.

And eventually, I decide she’s telling the truth.

We’re close, our gazes locked, but before I can go back to hauling her into the bedroom, I get to watch the mischief come back, get to see the gold flecks in her eyes spark with humor. “And I’m not nearly drunk enough to not give consent to a broody billionaire who’s about to fuck my brains out.”

My mouth drops open.

She smiles widely.

And…I let the beast fly free.

I step back, get to watch her lips part in surprise as I order, “On your knees.”

Her eyes go wide and she starts to kneel.

“Wait.”

Brows flicking up, she waits.

“Get naked first.”

She smiles wickedly. Then she reaches for the hem of her shirt. “How’d I know you’d be naughty, Atlas Delarosa?”

Before I can answer, she’s yanking the material over her head, shoving down her pants.

She kicks off one shoe and then the other, and I almost stop her right after she steps out of her slacks.

Sheer lace hiding nothing and everything.

I need her naked.

She reaches behind her, unclasps her bra, and my dick goes even harder at the sight of pert pink nipples, breasts that I can’t wait to get my mouth on.