Breaking All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series (Book 2)) (2 page)

Chapter THREE

Cora

Breccan and I finished our glasses and I went over to pour a second glass for me, a third for him. I took a long sip and then another. I bopped through the kitchen, my hips swaying with the music as I went along, already feeling the effects of the wine. Breccan stopped chopping, setting the knife down as his eyes fixed on my hips.

“Dance with me.”

He strode over, taking the glass from my hands, and setting it down before he clasped my hip, bringing my body closer to his. His left hand moved over my head, stroking down my hair before skimming down my back, joining his right hand at my hips.

I cringed, certain that I looked like an idiot slow dancing in the middle of Breccan’s kitchen, but then I remembered what we promised: no rhyme or reason. So I closed my eyes and let him lead me around, savoring the crisp smell of his cologne and the feel of his warm hands.

I lost track of time, losing myself in the music as I settled into his body. My hands wrapped around his muscular arms, sliding to his shoulders as he pulled me closer yet. Breccan’s thumb caressed the flesh at the small of my back, rubbing gently back and forth as we swayed to the music. Every cell in my body was charged. Electrified.

“Breccan,” I breathed.

His head dipped down, his mouth moving a breath away from my ear, sending chills down my body. His breath was laced with Scotch as he spoke. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “I want you to kiss me.”

Breccan’s fingers tightened at my hips and he stopped dancing. I dared a glance up at him. He was staring so intensely at me, his eyes full of hunger. “Say it again,” he commanded, his voice rough as he fought for control.

“Kiss me, Breccan,” I repeated, praying he would.

His lips first brushed the top of my forehead, soft and warm, the stubble from his chin rough on my temple. He moved slowly, deliberately, almost as if he was savoring each second his lips touched my burning skin.

My head tilted back as I tried to suppress a moan. My hands gripped his arms, nails digging into skin as fire licked across my skin. Ohmysweetjesus. The feel of his lips caressing my body was overwhelming. Powerful and soft, sweet and hot. I wanted more. I needed more.

“You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt,” he breathed as his lips dragged along my cheeks, sliding down the line of my jaw and sending a trail of chills following every inch he made contact with. “So smooth, like silk.”

It was so sensual. So erotic. My body hummed with arousal, and couldn’t stop the tiny moan as he nibbled and sucked across my skin, finally landing beside my lips.

I was practically panting now, so anxious for what would happen next, so anxious for his lips to meet my own. I’d never been as aroused like this in my entire life, and he hadn’t even touched me below my neck. Desire coursed through my veins and shot straight to my core. I tipped my head back further still, reaching up on my tiptoes to get closer to him. I wanted to taste him, to feel him, but he didn’t kiss my mouth. Instead, he moved down to my jaw, his hot lips suckling my skin as he inched his way down to my throat, pausing at my pulse point.

His tongue flicked the tender skin, sending jolts of fiery lust throughout my body. Another moan escaped my throat. The sound was unabashed arousal, and we both knew it. I couldn’t control it; I was so turned on. This was not just a kiss, this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

If I was this needy before our lips even met, what would happen once they actually did?

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Breccan’s jaw skimmed up my neck, pausing at my chin before inching to the corner of my mouth, hovering there. His hands cupped my face, holding my gaze with his own. “I’ve wanted to taste those sweet lips ever since I laid eyes on them, Cora.”

The pad of his thumb scraped across my lower lip as my eyes slid shut. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t if I tried. The sound of my heartbeat whooshed through my ears, drowning out the music. My body was suspended in a state of weightlessness, almost as if time had stood still. I felt so light. Almost effervescent.

He didn’t waste another second, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss was everything I dreamed it would be. Hot, yet I shivered. Slow, and yet time moved too fast. Soft, and yet he controlled me. It was a kiss I’d judge all future kisses by. Powerful and controlling, sweet and passionate. He wasn’t rough with me, just slowly exploring what I liked, what elicited a response, almost as if he was memorizing it.

I moaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding along the seam. I parted them in invitation. He tasted of Scotch with a hint of mint, his mouth slightly cold from the ice. I sighed as he ran his hands down the back of my thighs before scooping me up. I wrapped my thick legs around his body, trying to ignore the voice nagging that I was way too heavy for him to be picking up like this and just enjoy the taste of his mouth, the feel of his strong hands around me, the sensations that he was awakening in me.

He carried me out of the kitchen and laid me beside him on the leather sectional; his lips never once leaving my own. My hands roamed over his arms, shoulders and back, lightly scoring my nails down his skin as he moved from my mouth to my chin and neck, down to the swell of my breasts.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed as his hands gently tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and exposing my rounded belly. In all of my twenty-four years I’d never felt comfortable with my body. But the way Breccan looked at me with such unadulterated lust, and the throaty growl he emitted as I lifted the fabric over my head, I didn’t worry about my flabby skin or cellulite. Instead I focused on his scratchy stubble as it deliciously burned my sensitive skin.

My hand fumbled as I reached for the buttons of his shirt, wanting so badly to explore every inch of his rock hard body. My fingers shook, unsure if it was with nerves or excitement, as I slowly worked each button. One by one.

Breccan stopped what he was doing, watching me as my fingers fumbled. His chest muscles flexing as I moved over the hard ridges beneath the thin fabric. Fire burned in his eyes as I touched him. I could see he was fighting to stay still, to regain control, but I didn’t quicken my pace, taking pleasure in the small teasing. Finally, the last button popped open and I pushed the garment off of his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. My fingers splayed out against his solid chest, dipping in and out of hard muscles as I moved down, tangling in the spattering of hair on his chest.

“My God, Breccan,” I gasped. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure this wasn’t a dream this time. Instead, I boldly leaned over and licked his delectable skin, my tongue savoring the salty drops of perspiration as I moved down, only pausing to undo his belt.

Breccan hissed at my touch, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing. “My turn,” he growled, flipping our position so he was on top of me. His hands reached around, undoing the clasp of my bra and pulling it from my body, exposing me to him. The darkened tips of my breasts grew hard under his gaze. Breccan’s head dipped down, capturing the bud in his mouth as I cried out.

He pulled at my nipple, holding it between his teeth as his tongue flicked back and forth, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. His large hands cupped my other breast, kneading at it as his mouth continued its sweet torture. His fingers pressed into my skin, capturing my nipple with a pinch, making me yelp.

He lifted his head. “Did that hurt?” he asked, though he didn’t stop or even loosen his grip.

All I could think was how much I wanted his mouth to return to me. My head shook, but not nearly as much as my body did in need.

“Do you want more, Cora?” he asked, pinching the tight bud a bit harder before rolling it slowly back and forth between his two fingers.

Oh. My. God. I was going to die if he didn’t keep touching me. Tasting me. Devouring me. Wait. What was his question? “More. Please,” I begged. I wasn’t opposed to getting on my hands and knees if I needed to.
As a matter of fact, that sounded like a wonderful idea. Mmm… the fun I could have on my knees in front of Breccan.

He brought his free hand around, placing his palm on the seam of my pants, mere inches from my core. I was about to hyperventilate, just anticipating what would come next.

His fingertips grazed my core, pressing in slightly. My legs parted as my head fell back and I moaned. The tips of his fingers made tiny circles as they pressed firmly against my jeans. I cursed the rough fabric, vowing to never again wear something so restrictive.

Breccan’s mouth found mine once again and all thoughts slipped away. I was consumed by every rough touch, every slight pinch, and every sweet taste. Nothing else mattered but his hands on my body.

His kiss was hot and hungry, demanding. I complied as he pushed my mouth open, sinking his tongue inside and demanding everything I had to give. The kiss consumed me so much I didn’t realize that he’d popped the button of my jeans and had begun to slide the zipper down.

My breath was ragged as his mouth left mine.

“Tell me what you want.” Breccan nibbled my earlobe, kissing me senseless.

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t think I was capable of forming words and only managed a whimper. He pinched my nipple in response. “Tell me, Cora. I need to hear you say the words.”

It was so hard to think straight with him touching me, but I knew if I didn’t say something now, all of this might stop and I would never get this chance again. I swallowed, mustering all my courage to voice my desires and shaking the murky lust out before I answered him. “I…I want you to fuck me, Breccan. Fuck me so hard that I scream your name until my voice is raw. Fuck me until I can’t take another second and beg you to stop. Fuck me until the only thing I can do is whimper, forgetting my own name. Forgetting everything but how you make me feel.”

Breccan yanked my jeans down passed my knees. I kicked out of them as he undid his own belt and his pants slid to the floor. He fell back to his knees, the middle finger of each hand hooking into the sides of my panties. He pulled, the fabric, tearing it until it was shredded against the force and left me completely naked before him.

His eyes raked my body and he growled, as his gaze stopped on my ample breasts, and he licked his lips. I let my thick thighs fall open a bit, exposing even more of myself to him. Breccan’s pupils dilated. “Stay completely still now.” His head dipped down, inhaling deeply. The gesture was so raw and erotic, I nearly lost it right there. Every nerve in my body was primed, ready for the slightest stroke. The tiniest touch.

“Not an inch. Not. One.”

I could barely breathe as he moved closer, his nose almost caressing the edge of my folds. I wanted to beg, to plead, but I couldn’t. I could only wait. Anticipate. It was all I could do to keep still and not push my hips up.

“I’m going to taste you now. Taste your sweet juices. Are you wet for me?”

I was aching, hot and throbbing. I was more than wet, I was dripping, and he knew it. “Yes,” I managed to squeak out.

His nose nuzzled my folds, tickling the hair there. I gripped the edge of the couch, desperate for more. My clit pulsed with need. I could feel his hot breath directly on my core, and it taunted me.  “Please, Breccan. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He chuckled, the movement vibrating against me. “I’m not torturing you on purpose, beautiful Cora. I’m only savoring how amazing you are.”

Before I could respond, his tongue darted out, sliding along my slit. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over again. It was right there, but not enough. I spread my legs further, hoping he’d take the hint.

Instead of his tongue, a finger dipped inside of me. It was sudden, causing me to cry out. The finger slipped back out, slick and glistening with my juices, and this time siding up my slit and brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to keep me on the edge of an orgasm.  My bottom lip quivered. “ohsweetjesus,” I moaned.

Breccan pulled back, licking the finger that was just inside me. “Mmm. So sweet. Sweeter than I imagined.”

He imagined how I tasted?
I didn’t get a chance to think about it further, as all of a sudden, he plunged two fingers deep inside me, my pussy clenching around him. His mouth found my clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth as pleasure roared inside me, so intense my eyes rolled back in my head. I cried out in ecstasy as a quick and dirty orgasm ripped through me. My fingers wrapped around locks of his hair as I clung to him, my hips lifting and back arching up.