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Автор: Jay Crownover
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isbn: 9780007585656
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I laughed and physically shoved him out the door before closing it firmly in his face. “Go be a guy. I’ll be here when it’s over.” I waited until I heard the outside door shut and then stripped down and climbed in his shower. If I never had to suffer through one of my mother’s functions again it would be too soon. I scrubbed every inch of my body until it was pink and shiny, laughing hysterically because I had to use Rule’s dude soap and ended up smelling like a seventeen-year-old boy who’d just discovered AXE body spray. I had left my mom’s so quickly I had forgotten to get my things from the shower. Even his shampoo and conditioner were designed for males only, so instead of my normal coconut and lime I ended up with hair that smelled like sandalwood and spice. I finger-combed my wet hair and put on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt and fell into his rumpled bed. For the first time in a week I felt like I could take a real breath. I burrowed into his side of the bed and fell asleep within seconds, even with the hooting and hollering coming from the living room.

      Hot hands were traveling under my clothes in a lazy caress. I woke up already turned on and squirming under Rule’s seductive touch as he tugged on the stretchy sleep clothes I went to bed in. I blinked to get my eyes used to the darkness but squeezed them shut again when his mouth landed high on my inner thigh after the thin cotton was out of his way. It was like the best dream ever, only now I was awake and wiggling in anticipation as his breath blew across the most sensitive parts of me. I reached for his head and giggled a little as my fingers skimmed over the buzzed surface. The stubble tickled across my sensitive fingertips.

      “I really do miss the Mohawk.”

      “It’ll grow back.” I felt the slide of his lip ring over damp skin and sucked in a gasp so hard that it made my lungs hurt. He laughed against my skin and his hands moved to hold me where he wanted me. “I missed this. Nobody has ever been as sweet as you, Shaw.”

      I felt the press of the barbell in his tongue as he moved in and around the part of me that had woken up ready to take what he had to give. “I think the fact you’re comparing me to the legions of girls who came before me should probably make me furious, but I think I’ll choose to take it as a compliment.” The last faded away on a tight moan as he pulled my hips up and settled his mouth at the burning point of my desire. I had heard tales from my coworkers and even from Ayden about how having a guy do this for you was often the best part of sexy, naked time, but I had always had my doubts because it seemed invasive and too intimate, but I was wrong. As he kissed and licked and maneuvered around all my damp folds and aching flesh I went a little crazy. There was nowhere to hide how he was affecting me while he was doing that and man, did he know what he was doing. At one point I wanted to scream his name but at the last second remembered his brother was just across the wall and shoved my fist in my mouth to stifle my reaction as the world kaleidoscoped into brilliant color in every direction. I didn’t know how it was with other guys, but as with everything else I experienced with Rule, he just made it all so good.

      I lay in a pile of worthless goo as he rose up off the bed and began to haphazardly pull his clothes off. The show was a delight in itself, so by the time he crawled in the bed beside me I was ready to purr and curl up around him like the satisfied sex kitten he was turning me into.

      “That was certainly a nice way to wake up.” I curled my hands up around his shoulders as he rolled over me and put his knee between my legs.

      “You were out for most of the afternoon. I kept waiting for you to peek your head out and join us but it never happened.” He dropped his head so that his nose rubbed against the side of my face. “I checked in on you and you just looked so perfect all sleepy and pretty in my bed I couldn’t help myself.” He laid a soft trail of kisses from behind my ear to the sensitive hollow of my throat. His fingers skimmed down my arm and lightly encircled my bruised wrist. Gabe had left a ring of black-and-blue marks that stood out in stark relief against my pale skin, and I couldn’t help the emotion that clogged my throat when Rule lightly stroked the damaged flesh and lifted it up to press butterfly kisses around the circumference.

      “This should have never happened. I’m so sorry.”

      I trailed a hand down over his flank and let my fingers spread out across the colorful surface of his ribs. “I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. I need to learn to set boundaries with my parents and stick with them. It’s not worth sacrificing things that matter to me in order to try to make them happy.”

      He took the hand he was holding and pinned it to the bed above my head, his pale eyes blazing into mine with a mixture of want and compassion. “Shaw, I’m the one who feels the need to burn the house down when the faucet springs a leak. I know I tend to go to the extreme and I need to back off. However, if you think I’m ever going to stand by and watch you purposely put yourself in danger with that asshole again, be prepared for us to do battle.”

      I didn’t get a chance to reply because he kissed me, really kissed me, kissed me with an edge so that there was no mistaking he was serious and that I needed to pay attention to what was happening between us. There was a bite of teeth and the press of metal and all the goodness that was just Rule as our tongues slid together and hands began to roam. He caught my free hand and pinned it above my head with the other one so that I was stretched out beneath him. His eyes glittered with pure wicked intent as he leered down at me.

      “I think I like you like this.” His free hand twisted and wandered over sensitive skin and moist creases. I whimpered a little because it felt so good and because I wanted to move but he held me still with the press of his much bigger body into mine. “I like having you at my mercy. I can do whatever I want to you.” He proved his point by taking the top of one breast in his mouth and sucking until it almost hurt. He’d left a hickey the first time we did this, too, but this one seemed different, more like a territorial marking, a claiming of sorts.

      “Good thing for you I like all the things you want to do to me.” He pulled my leg up and hooked it around his lean hips. I felt the hot press of him ready at my entrance and tried to shift so that he came inside. He pulled back and grinned down at me.

      “Always so impatient.”

      I tugged at my trapped hands. “You have no idea.”

      He chuckled again as he kissed me. “So tell me.”

      I tried to pull him inside by sheer will alone but he kept moving just out of range with a taunting smirk. “Seriously, Shaw, tell me.”

      I squeezed my eyes shut because there was only so much truth I was ready to hand over to him in one day. He moved my other leg and pressed in just a millimeter or two, making me start to quiver. “Tell me why we all thought you and Remy had a serious thing going on but I’m the one who was your first. Tell me why Rome seems to think you’ve had a thing for me for a while now. Tell me why, when we do this, it’s so much different than whenever I’ve done it before.”

      I wanted him to move, wanted him to let me move, but when I pried my eyes open he was watching me closely, clearly in control enough to wait me out. I met his pointed stare for a heartbeat before whispering, “Because it’s always been you even when I didn’t want it to be, even when it broke my heart over and over again. It’s just always been you.”

      My words changed something in him; his eyes flashed with a sudden, bright spark and suddenly he was in and moving and the rest of the world just stopped and faded away. All that mattered was what was happening between us in that moment and that it mattered to him just as much as it mattered to me. His tempo changed with each thrust. He was always a little wild, a little uninhibited in bed, but it was like my words had broken something loose inside him and this was the real Rule, the guy who used crazy hair and a body full of ink to deflect anyone getting too close. I gasped and moaned, finally calling his name out in a shaky voice as we raced toward the end together. It felt different, like he said, more powerful, more intense, and when he finally dropped his forehead down to touch mine it felt complete.

      I sighed in contentment and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me over him and rolled so that I wasn’t getting crushed. I closed my eyes and was about to go back into a very satisfied sleep when the entire length of his long body went board straight underneath me. My eyes popped open as I felt his