The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook, #1)

by Stephanie Alves

My gaze drifts over her face, the curve of her lips, the way the dim lighting catches the gold specks in her eyes.

I nod, taking a step closer, though every instinct in my body screams at me to take a step back. And then another. And another. But I can’t help it. Not with her standing so close, her silky hair falling around her face, the scent of her shampoo filling the space between us.

My gaze drops to hers, and for a second, I lose myself in those big brown eyes. They’re pulling me in like gravity. Her words, though, feel so fucking arbitrary. If she knew just how often I think of those curls of hers, of her lips, of the way she fits into every thought I have, she wouldn’t have even asked me that question.

“If I were interested in hooking up with anyone else, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, would I?”

all I can think about is the dirty thoughts running through my head—starting with those lips and ending with ripping off that garbage bag off her body. I hum, brushing my thumb along her soft cheek before cupping it, feeling her warmth seeping into my palm.

I stifle a groan when her lips part, and a soft noise leaves her lips. Fuck, I want to kiss her. Want to swallow those noises.

I like Isabella. A lot. But I know better than to act on it. We both do. Hooking up with her would be a mistake. There are just too many lines I can’t cross. And besides, I agreed when I met her, I’d be her friend. And that’s all I can be.

I want to talk to her. Flirt with her. Make her laugh. Wanna kiss her.

Nathan would break my jaw if I even thought about touching his little sister. Coach, too. Kinda hot when you think about it. Also fucking dangerous.

Fuck, she looks good. Too good. And then she sees me. Her step falters for half a second, but then her lips curl into a slow, pretty as fuck smile. Wanna kiss it.

I want to kiss the hell out of her. Want to slide my hands around her waist, pull her flush against me, tuck one of those curls behind her ear, and kiss the ever-loving crap out of her.

She lets out a cute little laugh, the kind that sounds like warm honey and arches a brow at me.

My gaze drifts down her body before I can stop myself. The tight white T-shirt clings to her chest; a leather jacket draped is over her shoulders. And that skirt—the skimpiest, hottest black skirt I’ve ever fucking seen—has my mouth going dry. I swallow, leaning in slightly.

“You have to know how hot you are.”

Her lips twitch like she’s fight...

“Did you just check...

I let out a laugh, running a hand thr...

“Sure fucking did. Impossible not...

“Did it turn you on?”

Thinking about her pretty pink, glossy lips wrapped around my cock? Hell. Fucking. Yes. I swallow hard and shake my head, losing every inch of control I have.

“Don’t look at me like that unless you want to be pinned up...

I warn her. She smirks, not backing down, and leans in ju...

“Maybe that’s exactly wha...

I’m fucked. Her words, the look in her eyes… it...

She sighs, taking a sip of her drink, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of alcohol that spills past her lips. And suddenly, all I can think about is tasting it for her. Leaning forward, cupping her face, running my tongue over those plump lips and finding out if she tastes as sweet as she smells. She glances at me, and my hazy, heavy-lidded eyes snap open.

“You got any friends you think I’d be into?”

Something flares in my chest, my temper rising. I scoff, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Is she really askin...

“Yeah, that’s not ha...

Her brow arches, d...

“Why ...

The muscles in my jaw tighten, ready t...

“I kinda like them. I don’t want to have to knock them out every time I think a...

She laughs, her shoulders shaking with the sound, and damn, it only makes me wan...

“You want someone who’ll kiss you like he’s desperate for it,”

I lean closer.

“You want someone who’ll worship your body, make you the center of their attention. Make you scream their name. Take you ...

Her breath hitches, and those pink lips part in surprise. My eyes drop to them like a moth to a flame, drawn to them witho...

I take another step. And another. And⁠— Slam into someone. Hands grip my hips, and before I can react, I’m spun around. A gasp slips past my lips as I throw my hands up for balance, my palms landing flat against a solid chest. My eyes widen as I look up at the familiar brown eyes, and gorgeous lips I almost kissed at the welcome week party.

“Ryan?”

I ask, my eyes narrowing as the room spins, hoping this i...

“What are you...

His jaw clenches, his grip ...

“I don’t fuckin...

he admits, voic...

“I saw you out here dancing w...

His jaw locks again, his nostrils flaring. I suddenly become aware of my hands on his chest, the heat of his skin burning through his thin t-shirt. I shift them slightly, feeling every hard muscle beneath my fingers. Ryan exhales sharply, a low groan slipping from his lips—so quiet...

“You going home w...

he ...

“...

His eyes flick over my...