The Rule Book (Rule Breakers #1)(80)

 

He reluctantly pulled away and groaned. “We should get inside. You’re soaked.”

 

We sprinted toward his building as the sky opened up to a downpour of flurries in epic proportions. By the time we made it to his condo, my shoes squeaked, and if I wrung out my shirt, a good four inches could collect on the floor. Bruce met us in the entryway in a blur of skittering paws. After Brogan snagged a few treats from the pantry to placate him, Bruce padded over to his doggy bed and lay down.

 

Brogan smiled and focused his attention to me, grabbing the back of my neck and placing kisses along the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, the line of my jaw. “I love your freckles.”

 

He continued down the curve of my neck. “And the way you look at me when you think no one is watching.” His fingertips scorched a path along my spine. “Wanting you isn’t even a strong enough word. I need you.” Soft fingers edged their way along the strap of my bra. “I’ve needed you so much this past week, it’s driven me insane.”

 

I blew out a shaky breath. All I could do was close my eyes and lose myself in the moment, in this gorgeous man.

 

“Every freckle. Every curl. Every inch of skin.”

 

My hands were everywhere—in his hair, skimming across warm skin under his shirt, raking down his biceps. “I could get behind that. I like when you break your rules,” I said, breathless.

 

His gaze softened, and the tenderness in his eyes made my heart pound heavily against my ribcage. “I’d break every last one for you,” he said. “I never knew what I was missing until the day we met.”

 

I cocked my head. “You mean when I called you the devil.”

 

Dimples indented his cheeks when he said, “I believe you used the term ‘Antichrist.’”

 

I smiled. “Technicalities.”

 

His hand swept across my jaw, his eyes conveying nothing but adoration. “The way you move. The way you smile.” His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and heat unfurled deep in my belly. “Hell, the way you challenge me. Everything about you speaks to my goddamn soul, Lainey.”

 

“I told you my determination would grow on you,” I managed to say as his thumbs swiped over my nipples. A shudder wracked my body in response, and I fell against him.

 

His arm wrapped securely around my waist as he inched me against the hallway wall, my legs between his, my body in desperate need of him. My back hit with a soft thud, and his lips were on me, everywhere, unrelenting, driving me mad.

 

The way he was baring himself, leaving himself open, vulnerable—it sent me reeling. He was ready for us. And lord knew I was ready, too. The fact that this was happening, something I’d waited for, that I’d wanted for months, and to know he felt the same way, too…it made me dizzy.

 

My heart crashed against my chest in a rhythmic chant of his name. Brogan. Brogan. Brogan. I arched my back, pressing into him, my chest brushing against his. I couldn’t get close enough. Needed to get closer.

 

I made deft work of the buttons on his shirt, and in a matter of moments it lay pooled on the floor. I took my time, studying him. The massive shoulders that filled out his suits so nicely. The dip and swell of muscles taught under lean flesh. The dark ink against tanned skin. Brogan was better than a fantasy.

 

My fingers raked across his inked chest, down his abs, along the V of his waist. He shuddered under my touch and closed his eyes. I did this to him. The rule-maker broke all his rules for me. And that meant everything.

 

His brown eyes darkened, and his tongue ran across his lips as he edged his hands along the hem of my shirt. He cocked his head, asking silent permission.

 

Yes. So. Much. Yes.

 

I lifted my hands up in response, and he tore my shirt off, throwing it on top of his own.

 

He let out a low groan as his eyes made an appreciative perusal. “You know what I’m thinking about in all those meetings and phone conferences? What I think about in the shower and my bed—every goddamn second of the day?” he growled. His voice vibrated through my chest, stirring up everything inside me, all the pieces aflutter like the flecks of a shaken snow globe.

 

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.

 

“You, Lainey. All I can think about is you.” He pushed me harder against the wall. “I can’t get you off my mind.” His hands cupped the backs of my thighs, and he pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. God, at this moment I’d give this man anything he wanted. Anything. He asked, it was his. I wanted to lose myself in him, for him to show me exactly what he meant by his words.