Bending the Rules (The Rules, #1)

Brenna

Shea and I stumble through the front door. His mouth moves against mine as we fumble with each other's clothes. The door slams behind us, and then we're kicking our shoes off. They land atop my discarded jacket. Shea stumbles over one of my heels, catching himself on the hallway table. His hand knocks over the vase, which shatters against the hardwood floor. Flower petals and stems, glass, and water pattern the floor.

I giggle, grabbing Shea's bicep. "Are you okay?"

He ignores my question and removes his suit jacket. He tosses it over the mess decorating the floor. The suit jacket adsorbs some of the water, but that's not what I'm focusing on.

Instead, I'm watching Shea loosen his tie and unbutton his white dress shirt halfway. Then he's rolling up his sleeves, stopping when they're past his elbows. His forearms are muscular and veiny. My eyes trail up to the smooth panes of his chest and faint dusting of hair. When my gaze meets his, I realize he's holding back. I can tell by the way he licks his lips. By the blazing passion in his hazel eyes. His hand twitches at his side as he raises his eyebrows.

Feeling bold, I remove my sequined top. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving me in my strapless bra and faux leather leggings. When I look at Shea, I nod, giving him permission. Tonight, he can do whatever he wants to me.

I want him to.

I need him to.

Then he's picking me up by the waist and setting me down on the table. We're a little tipsy from the margaritas we drank, so everything feels amplified, and when he tangles his fingers in my hair, tips my head back, and nips at the hollow of my throat, a guttural groan escapes.

He continues to explore my neck. His lips are hot and his cologne is overpowering. I arch my back, pressing my body against his, begging for more contact. There are still barriers between us, which frustrate me.

"Shea," I moan, tugging at his belt. "I want you to fuck me already."

His grip tightens on my hips and he steps between my legs, nudging them apart with his knee. Through his dress pants and my leggings, I can feel his impressive bulge. A jolt of adrenaline rushes through my blood. It's anticipation for what's coming—no pun intended. All I want Shea to do is take me upstairs to our bedroom.

With no warning, Shea pulls me off of the table. There's friction between us as my body slides against his. He has a few inches on me, so he has to lean down to speak directly into my ear. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. Makes my skin tingly and warm. There's also significant heat pooling in my stomach, and the urge to have him inside of me is at the forefront. We didn't celebrate his appointment with the doctor for nothing.

The sperm count was zero. Which means we don't need a condom or birth control pills with shitty side effects. For the first time, we can have skin-on-skin contact while having sex without consequences.