Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

If You Stumble... Pt.3/3

You licked your lips when his gaze appreciatively roamed your whole body then.

"You're beautiful. Absolutely stunning," he rasped, his Adam's apple bobbing and you breathed in shakily, for whatever reason turning shy at the compliment. "I'm the luckiest guy ever."

"You're also the guy who's overdressed," you muttered, casting your gaze down.

To cover your sudden embarrassment, your hands went for his jacket, adding to the pool of fabric on the floor. He waited for you to undo his tie as well with surprising patience. Only when it was done, his fingers circled your wrists, causing you to look up.

His expression was softer now, tender smile playing on his lips. He brought your right hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm.

"It's almost like you don't believe me," he noted lowly, repeating the action with your other hand. "Guess I'm gonna have to show you."

And just like that, with his intense gaze boring into yours, your courage was back.

"Oh, a part of you is showing me pretty nicely."

His eyes widened comically and laughter erupted from his chest, his hands releasing your wrists.

"You're unbelievable," he chuckled, his palms on your face at instant, pulling you in for a kiss.

You grabbed his collar in return, tugging on it so he would follow you. Your feet tangled in the clothes on the floor, but he was quick to catch you, once again lifting you and doing the walk by himself. The blatant display of strength and reflexes had you sighing into his mouth and your fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt to appreciate his muscles properly.

He kicked the door shut blindly when he reached the destination, his hand moving from your face to the lower part of yours dress, lightly tugging as if in question. The moment you pulled it up a bit, his palm was on your bottom, jerking you up and leading your thighs to wrap around his middle, while his other hand literally just rested on your lower back for better balance.

Oh wow. Okay, he was a quick learner. He was holding your whole weight on one arm and holy shit, did it do things to you, your mind filled with mouth-watering images of him taking you against the wall. You did as he wordlessly asked you, pressing against him perhaps more than was necessary. He released a silent whine at the contact, obviously as happy about it as you were. You rolled your hips, your hand flat on his chest, sliding lower with each button your free hand undid.

"You're such a troublemaker," he hissed into your mouth, spinning on his heels and walking backwards to your bed, carefully sitting down with you still in his arm. You moaned into his mouth when he used the hand on your bottom to pull you impossibly closer, only to let his other hand wander to your inner thigh; even over the fabric, his touch sent an electrifying jolt down your spine.

You were sure you would go mad before the night was over. It would be completely his fault and you weren't about to complain.

"You're the one to talk."

You pushed the shirt down his arms, sparing generous amount of time admiring the muscles here, your breath hitching when you felt them move as he stripped the sleeves completely. You barely noticed his hands left you with how swiftly they returned. You couldn't but run your palms over his skin, feeling the heat he was radiating. You were not ashamed to admit you were utterly fascinated by his body... and especially by his abs.

His body was absolutely unreal – and for some inexplicable reason, it carried your mark. Your fingers brushed the words before placing a kiss over them, your lips drawing a path to his throat then, eager to touch as much as they could.