Breaking All the Rules by Aliyah Burke Page A

smiled as she dragged her fingers through the short hair on the back of his head.
    “Alyse.” She murmured in his ear and nipped the lobe. “And you?”
    “Wild.”
    A thrill kicked through her. “Do you live up to your name?”
    “I’ll ask you that in the morning.” That statement was laced with more promise than she’d faced in her life. He wasn’t worried and knew he would deliver. She liked his arrogance.
    Desire flared within her and she grinned. They were both adults and she had no problems doing one night stands. Not that she slept around a lot, for she didn’t, she was careful but she didn’t mind sex. She quite enjoyed it.
    “Awesome.”
    The end of the current song, Wild began to lead her away from the crowd. He kept her tucked to his side and she allowed it.
    “Where to?” His voice a sexy rumble as it rolled over her skin.
    “I’m at that hotel,” she said, pointing.
    “Excellent, me too. Whose room?”
    “Yours.” How have I not seen him around if we’re in the same hotel?
    Wild’s hand drifted lower and settled upon her ass. She looped an arm around his waist as they strolled across the sand. No words were spoken as they moved through the lobby but in the elevator, he spun her to him so they were chest to chest.
    He cupped her face, large hands framing her features impressing upon her how feminine he made her feel. His thumbs skimmed her cheekbones as he lowered his head and kissed her. She wanted to melt into the elevator’s floor.
    His body heat warmed her with each passing second. He trailed his tongue along her lips, swiping across the seam then delved into her mouth. She was there to meet him with her own tongue. They stroked, tangled, and danced with one another as they rode up to his floor.
    She gripped his waist, using him to keep her upright for her legs were shaky at best. They stumbled from the car, lips mashed against one another. His hands were everywhere and she panted when he paused to unlock his hotel room door.
    Together, again attached at the lips, they stumbled into his room. He sped along the process of shutting it with a firm kick from one foot. Alyse tightened her grip on his shirt and pulled him as close as possible. His taste, heady and addictive. And she craved more.
    She nipped at his invading tongue and he growled low in response, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and ass. His hard length pressed into her belly and she released his shirt and attacked the button on his shorts. After that it was the zipper. She maneuvered her hand into his boxers and purred with raw pleasure as her fingers curved around his shaft. Long. Thick. Hard.
    Just what she needed her last night in paradise. Retaining her hold on him, she used her other hand to assist gravity in removing both shorts and boxers. Once that had been accomplished, she broke the kiss and drew back to look at him.
    He ripped off his shirt and kicked off his flip flops as she enjoyed and memorized the view. Wide shoulders tapered to his lean waist. He had a gorgeous six-pack she wanted to lick. He was big all over. Powerful. Corded thighs and calves. Even the size of his feet impressed.
    Could be because he proves that adage correct. Big hands, big feet, big…
    “You’re overdressed.” His voice drug across her skin like velvet ropes. Tantalizing and capturing.
    “So do something about it.” She released his length.
    He stepped closer and knelt before her. His fingers teased her exposed skin as he undid the snap of her jeans. Wild’s breath was hot and steamy against her stomach and she gasped when he tugged lightly on her belly button piercing.
    “Sexy,” he muttered.
    She steadied herself by resting her hands on his bare shoulders. The flex of muscle beneath her palms, fluid and impressive. The click of each zipper tooth as he lowered it increased her tension. She held her breath as he smoothed them down over her hips.
    He whistled low. “Purple is my new favorite color.”
    Alyse dug her bare