“There’s a temporary rule.” My words fan against his mouth.
“Oh?” His dark hair falls into his eyes as he cocks his head at me. “What’s that?”
“For the next thirty seconds, no rules exist between us,” I tell him with my heart soaring and breaking all at the same time.
I want to forget for a moment how completely ruined our lives are.
I want him to make me forget everything but how he makes me feel when I’m near him.
I want—I want him.
His palms slide beneath my thighs as his nails dig in nice and deep before lifting me and wrapping my legs around his hips. A tearing gasp of a sigh shakes from my lips, and he just eats it right up as he leans in close. “You forget just what I can do in such a short time, Ari,” he says on a deliciously gravelly tone, his hips rocking subtly into mine.
My heart hammers against my chest. I stare down on him, wide-eyed and waiting.
He doesn’t move another inch.
Time ticks by with every thundering pound of my pulse.
“Just tell me you want me,” he whispers, so quietly I barely hear him. Closer, he tilts into me. His nose runs the length of my throat, coating my skin in hot fanning breaths. My core tightens when his mouth skims low along my collar bone. “Tell me what you desire, and it’s yours.” His teeth drag lightly across the top of my breast until my spine is arching into him desperately. “Just tell me you want my cock, love. Tell me you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt so deep, you’ll do nothing but tremble beneath me and beg me for more.” His magical fingers slide down my lips and throat as his mouth follows the path, and a violent volt of tingling energy pours into me from the small touch.
I want—I want him so fucking bad, I can feel it in every nerve of my body.
His hooded eyes meet mine once more. His lips hover over my parted gasping mouth. His tongue slides across his lower lip just before he speaks in the rumbling whisper once more. “Tell me—” dark lashes lift and a smile pulls at his lips, “tell me our thirty seconds are up, Ari. Tell me the rules are not meant to be broken.” His head dips lower, and if I speak a single word, my lips will brush his. “Tell me, Ari,” he taunts once more.
And it all clicks into place like rusty old gears turning.
He did this on purpose.
He doesn’t want thirty seconds. He doesn’t want rules. He isn’t good with rules.
But this incubus very much needs hard lines.
Which is why we shouldn’t be touching. If I let my guard down, if I let his craziness consume me, he’ll never do what I’m about to ask him to do.
“Rules are rules, Krave.” I pull back from him until my head hits the door with a quiet thud. “No touching,” I say firmly, and it hurts my heart so damn bad, I swear we’re going to hurt each other just being around one another.
He nod slowly. A look passes across his tragically handsome features, but he keeps on nodding. His hands release my thighs as his palms take their time skimming up my hips, my ribs, my breasts.
And then he isn’t touching me at all.
With one step back, too much space presses between us.
Just like I said I wanted.
“Good,” I say on a wavering tone. I slip out from beneath him, and when he can no longer see my reaction, I close my eyes hard and search for a full breath in my aching lungs. “I’m—I’m going to rest. Wake me when the sun goes down.”
Another quiet nod.
I stand at the bed, and he still faces the door, unmoving.
“Krave,” I say carefully. Remorsefully.
It takes time, but he brings his gaze to meet mine.
A painful beat passes between us.
“At dusk, I want you to take me to the cellar.” My chin tilts high, forcing my composure once more as his brows lift in surprise.
