Free Breaking the Rules by Jennifer Lewis

couldn’t bear to lose her now.
    All night he’d held thoughts of her at bay. Visions of her that danced at the edges of his mind, taunting and teasing him. Curious thoughts about every hidden inch of her.
    He’d played by the rules.
    He hadn’t thought about the tiny dimple in the middle of her chin that deepened when she smiled. Or about her long, elegant fingers tipped with gloriously unvarnished shell-pink nails.
    Or about the thighs that strode under her long skirt.
    As his lips neared the corner of her mouth, her eyes flickered closed, black lashes falling like a curtain. Her lips softened, flushed with new blood.
    While they were on her turf, he’d been good.
    He hadn’t entertained the tiniest notion of finding her belly button in the dark, with his tongue. He hadn’t dreamed about exploring every inch of her with the sensitive tip of his nose, seeking the subtle private scents, the sweet, musky animal smells that must lie under that seductive veil of incense. He hadn’t fantasized about her lips.
    But now he parted them with a soft lick of his tongue.
    A tiny moan escaped. Her nails dug into his skin—a sweet agony that melded with the blissful sensation of losing his mouth in hers.
    Then her fingers crept up his arms, and suddenly those mysterious breasts were pressing against his chest as her fingers threaded into hair.
    Joe released a groan that got lost in the hot darkness of their kiss.
    He’d kept himself in the “off” position all night long, but as his tongue roamed into Susana’s hot, welcoming mouth, “on” roared through his blood in a torrent that threatened to knock him off his feet.
    His palms slid down into the hollow above her buttocks. He could feel the teasing lift of muscle where the sweet curve of her backside began and he fought to keep his hands from sliding down to cup their soft roundness.
    You’re in public .
    His body didn’t care. Buried in the folds of Susana’s skirt, his jeans bulged. Tightness hummed in his nerves as his body came alive with dangerous arousal.
    He shuddered as she licked his tongue. She’d softened, losing herself in the kiss, her hands drifting through his hair and down over his face. Her breasts crushed against him, braless and unrestrained, her nipples grazing his own as she strained upward on tiptoe.
    One long finger trailed over his cheek and plunged into his mouth, breaking the vacuum of their kiss and probing along with her tongue in an act of unashamed discovery that almost made him lose it right there on a city sidewalk.
    He clung to her to keep upright now, his arousal so intense that reality shimmered beyond his grasp. She withdrew her wet finger and dragged it down over his T-shirt, suddenly pinching his nipple hard as she reached it.
    Joe jerked back, a wordless shout forming on his lips as they lost contact with hers.
    His eyes shot open and he saw her face, just inches from his, her eyes black with desire. She panted, her breath coming in tiny gasps, her mouth open. She blinked rapidly and suddenly her hands flew to cover her swollen red lips.
    The moment was over.
    Joe dragged a hand through his hair, trying to catch his own breath. Trying to catch thoughts that flew wildly around him. His body stung with the unwelcoming parting from the soft, female flesh it ached so badly for.
    “I’m sorry!” Susana’s eyes were wide with horror now.
    “Don’t be sorry.”
    “I hurt you. I don’t know what…” She shook her head, struggling for words. “I’ve never…” She dropped her head, still shaking it, her hair tossing about her face as she struggled for breath and words.
    “It was magic,” he said, and reached his hand out to cup her chin and lift it. “I’ve never…” He shook his head too, still trying to untangle his messed-up thoughts. “I’ve never…either. Never like that. That was something else.”
    He had no idea what he was trying to say. The physical sensations torturing his body were totally new. He was no