Breaking All Her Rules by Maisey Yates Read Free Book Online Page A

have to admit, that’s not exactly what I thought you called me over here for.”
    “Oh, yeah.” She moved away from the door and waved her arm, as if ushering him in. “I actually just needed my garbage disposal fixed, and my super was busy. So-o...”
    “If that’s a euphemism for your lady parts, it needs work.”
    She clapped her hands and laughed, bending at the waist, then dropping her head forward and shaking it. “You’re ridiculous. We’re ridiculous. All of this is ridiculous.”
    She straightened, running her fingers under her eyes and blinking rapidly. “I wasn’t supposed to call you.”
    “I shouldn’t have answered.”
    He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the apartment. It was different than the rest of the building. Fresh, bright white paint on the walls, with matching, immaculate rugs over dark walnut floors. There were floral arrangements all over the damn place. And framed, matted paintings of flowers. Somehow it all managed not to look frilly. Just a little simple beauty in an otherwise clean space.
    “I’m glad you did. Because I would have felt like a leper.”
    He walked toward her, his stomach tightening with each step. Then he put his hand on her cheek, curled his fingers around the back of her neck. “You’re certainly not a leper.”
    “That is...not a great romantic compliment.”
    He frowned. “It’s really not. I’m out of practice. Let me try again?”
    She licked her lips and nodded.
    He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. You’re beautiful.”
    That earned him a blush. “Thank you.”
    “And you smell nice.”
    “Also good.”
    “And I think I’ve been hard since you left the other day.”
    Her lips folded in and her smile widened, like she was trying to hold something back. “One too far,” she said.
    “I sensed it might have been. But then I went with it.”
    “Your instincts are broken, don’t trust them.”
    “Now that is the damn truth.” He leaned in and kissed her then, because he knew that it would be better than anything he could say next.
    Because she was right, he didn’t know what to say. He sucked at this. But he remembered how to kiss. At least, he seemed to remember how to kiss when she was in kissing range. And more to the point: he wanted to kiss her.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him. The way she responded...it made him feel more alive than he’d felt in longer than he could remember. Everything, even sex, had been just going through the motions after his daughter died.
    And there was a point where he just hadn’t bothered.
    But this was new. It was like fresh grass. All bright and new. The same as what had come before, but entirely different somehow, too.
    All terrible metaphors aside, Grace was the first thing he’d felt with his whole body in way too long.
    He wrenched his mouth away from hers and tugged down the zipper on her dress, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. And the stockings were indeed the kinds with lacy tops, held up onto her slender thighs as if by some blessed sexual magic.
    He loved those. And he’d forgotten how much until this moment. Simple pleasures that he hadn’t even let himself think of in far too long. Blue skies, birds chirping and stay-up stockings on a woman in a thong.
    Life was beautiful. Right now. With Grace’s bare skin beneath his hands and her name on his lips.
    He kissed the curve of her neck, ran his tongue along the line of her collarbone. She tasted so good. So damn good. And he needed her now.
    “So why did you call me?” he asked. He probably shouldn’t be asking.
    “Like I said. One-night stands seem cheap...sordid.” She shifted. “Okay, it didn’t seem cheap and sordid. I guess that’s the thing. I expected it to. But it didn’t. And in the end, I just wanted you again. And...I’m so obsessed with not making mistakes. I’m sure I’m making one right now, but I’m enjoying it. So...so why not?”
    The question