Page 135 of Unwritten Rules

“But–”

“Then you better be quiet.”

With a desperate quickness, he gripped my legs again to settle in between my thighs.

“Brent.”

“Blondie, my sweet, sweet Blondie.” He bit down softly on the inside of my thigh. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

My back did that automatic arching thing again, drowning out the sounds my mind made. The outside world felt far away, but in our little bubble, it wasn’t far away. It just faded into the distance to keep me sheltered from how it broke me down piece by piece. He found each piece and kissed them.

“We can’t.”

“We can. Don’t worry about anything outside of this room. You’re here with me, and I’m a hell of a lot scarier.” He sank a finger into me, watching for my reaction.

If things could only be as simple as sex.

When he knew he found the right spot, he added a second finger, pushing into me with slow and steady movements. I felt myself relaxing and grinding my hips into his rhythm.

“That’s it. Just like this?”

He knew it was. He just wanted to hear me say it. “Yes,” I breathed. “Just like that.”

Keeping the pace, he growled with need before clasping his mouth onto my clit. He sucked and he licked until my eyes rolled back into my head and I just about shouted his name.

I gripped the sheets around me, hoping I could hold on for dear life as the orgasm built up inside me. “Fuck,” I groaned. It was right there, and he was hitting it over, and over, and over...

My orgasm quickly overwhelmed me, sending shockwaves through me. A rush of relaxation and ecstasy ran through me. He took that as a sign of victory and kept going, urging my spasming body to take just a little bit more.

At this rate, he seemed to be down there for more of his enjoyment than mine. “Have I ever told you how delicious you are?”

“Probably twice already.” I was panting and my mind wasn’t formulating words or thoughts properly. His tactics on distracting memighthave been working.

He chuckled, skimming his lips over my skin. Each time they made contact was a jolt of electricity to my already sensitive body. “I’ll have to keep reminding you.”

Crawling up to meet my eyes, his mouth never left my skin. He caressed every part of me like he’d never see it again. Like it was his last meal before execution. Skin to skin, his body and hands were glued to me.

I felt relaxed enough to melt into the bed.

“Blondie?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I ever told you how soft your skin is?”

I scoffed at him. The niceties were getting ridiculous. “Is this just a compliment session or something?”

Fingers trailed up my stomach and circled around my nipples, giving me a shiver down my spine. “It could be if you want it to be. I would worship your feet if you’d let me.”

This guy was something else. Every time I thought I would know what he’d do or say, he did or said something that made me question what the hell was rolling through his mind.

“Uh. No feet stuff. Unless it’s strictly a foot massage with no sexual undertones.”

He kissed me. Soft and slow. “Whatever you want,” he whispered into my mouth.

My hands found his body this time. Feeling the muscles in his arms to his shoulders as I held on lest I slip away from this moment. He had muscles in all the right places and his physique could make a blind woman swoon.

I pushed him over and climbed on top. “I want something like this.”

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