Rule Breaker(36)

            “Are you scared of me, Gypsy?” His voice was lower, a little raspier, rougher. And she liked the sound of it far too much.

            She moved back another step as he moved closer. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body.

            A gasp slipped past her lips before she could stop it as her retreat was suddenly halted by the privacy fencing that hid her sister’s front door from view of the parking lot and their parents’ home.

            “Rule—” She couldn’t make herself say “No.” Instead, her hands lifted to press against his chest, only to find them securely caught in his broad hands.

            A second later he had them secured firmly over her head and pressed against the fence behind her.

            Dominance.

            Power.

            Arrogant sexuality and pure confidence.

            The combination was maddening and highly arousing. So arousing she was creaming her panties furiously.

            “This isn’t a good—” She knew what he was going to do. And she knew if she let him do it—

            He didn’t ask permission, he didn’t give her a warning. Halfway through her own warning on the advisability of what she knew was coming, his lips covered hers, his tongue taking full advantage of her surprised gasp.

            Too experienced, warm, with a hint of pure male determination, his lips covered hers and immediately set fire to her senses.

            Chocolate and peppermint.

            He tasted like chocolate and peppermint candy. Like pure sex and she wanted to lick him up one slow lick at a time.

            His free hand cupped the side of her face as his thumb pressed at the tip of her chin, parting her lips further as his settled deeper into the kiss.

            His lips plundered hers erotically. They licked over the plumped curves and at her curious tongue as his kiss assured her that he knew exactly what he was doing. And he knew exactly how to make it so damned good that she had no choice but to enjoy it.

            And she was definitely enjoying it.

            Her whole body was enjoying it.

            His free hand moved from her chin to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back.

            Releasing her wrists, his hand moved to her hip, gripped, then slid to her lower back before moving to the curve of her rear.

            She was beyond fighting his kiss.

            She was beyond fighting anything he wanted to give her right now.

            Actually, she was more than ready to take more.

            Gripping his shoulders and holding tight to him, Gypsy dug her nails into the black material of his uniform as he tugged at her hair again. The caress sent a radiant heat through her scalp and flooded her senses.

            A groan, or a growl, rumbled in his throat as she arched to him.

            A hard, heavy thigh slipped between her legs, the iron-hard muscle pressing firmly into the mound of her sex. The flesh there was so sensitive now that the contact burned through her jeans and the material of his uniform. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, the feel of her moisture easing from her vagina another caress against overly sensitive flesh.

            Releasing her hair, his palm caressing down her back, to her side, then moving in a determined stroke to the ripe curve of her breast. There, his thumb found the tight, hard tip of her breast through the thin material of her tank top. The rasp of his callused fingertip sent hot arcs of sensation surging from the tight tip straight to the clenched, tension-filled area of her womb.