Free Breaking His Rules by R.C. Matthews

lips open and explored tentatively, licking and twirling around mine.
    He was gentle and caring. I was having none of that. Winding my fingers through his hair, I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, wanting to feel the full force of his thrusting tongue, wanting to lose myself in the moment and forget about everything else.
    Damon came along for the ride and I soon found myself panting in the wake of his warm, wet lips sucking and caressing my neck. I wanted more. So much more. I wanted him to take me to that place where nothing else mattered but the explosion of sensations overwhelming my very existence. My body trembled as he drew a path along the hollow of my throat while he pinched the hard buds of my nipples through the thin material of my dress, rolling them between his finger and thumb until they ached to be sucked into his mouth. I squirmed against him, trying to get closer. His lips nibbled and caressed their way back up to my cheeks and then to my mouth. He moaned as he cupped my ass and pulled me firmly against his hard shaft.
    “Christ, Samantha.” He growled, pulling away and staring at the ceiling. “I didn’t mean to devour you like that…especially not after…” He bowed his head and sighed. “We need to stop before I rip off your panties and take you against the wall.”
    “I’m all right with that.” I purred, grinding my pelvis against him. My body was still revved up and racing toward the finish line. It wouldn’t take long. A few powerful thrusts and I’d find the release I was jonesing for.
    “Fuck,” he said, closing his eyes. “Not here. Not when Gio—”
    I covered his mouth with my palm, halting his words in mid-syllable. “You’re right. We need to stop.” Being caught in a compromising position would not go over well. I looked around in a daze, trying to bring my raging hormones to heel. A table for six stood in the middle of the room. “Where are we?”
    “One of the private dining rooms.” His thumb worked back and forth over my cheek and he sighed, as if coming to a decision. “Do you want to talk about what happened out there?”
    I focused my gaze over his shoulder, zeroing in on a vase of red roses that adorned the center of the table. “Not really.”
    “I thought you were just a bartender from Chicago,” he murmured.
    I rested my forehead against his chest. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about it.”
    “Giovanni De Carlo is not a man to trifle with. He’s the heir to one of the largest liquor distribution companies in the world.” Damon’s words were gentle but adamant. His hands rubbed up and down my arms in an absent rhythm as if to soothe me.
    A flutter of nervous energy roiled in my stomach. He didn’t need to warn me. I was well versed in that truth. My gaze lifted to his. “Believe me, I know. I moved here to get away from him. Why is this happening to me? I haven’t seen him in over a year. He had let me go. But the way he acted…”
    Damon kept up the rhythmic caressing on my arms but held his tongue.
    I closed my eyes and slumped against the wall. Giovanni had let me go. Would that change after tonight? He was a controlling man and seeing my reaction to Damon had pissed him off. Of that, I was certain. I didn’t know what he would do. What I did know, was that after everything I’d accomplished in the past year, I didn’t want to pick up and move again. Chicago was beginning to feel like home.
    “Samantha?” Damon crooked a finger under my chin and tugged my gaze toward him.
    “What?”
    His guarded eyes searched mine. “Are you scared?”
    “Yes,” I whispered. It was the absolute truth. “I don’t know what he’ll do. But I know his actions aren’t always honorable. You invited him to Midnight Blue. I’m going to be forced to see him again.”
    “Don’t be scared.” His voice was strong and sure as he gave me a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t rescind the invitation, but I won’t let him hurt you.”
    I chewed on