Page 68 of Unwritten Rules

“Because,” he said, moving his hand up to grip my chin, slowly swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. A spark of heat shot straight through my body, warming up the inside of my thighs. “You talk back so much I wanted to know how sour your words tasted, but when you kissed me, you were as sweet as honey. Can I do it again?”

My room shrank a million times. The tension in the air so thick I could taste it. The pull between us so magnetic–even if it was temporary–made me want to do something that I’d regret in the morning.

“I–” My words caught in my throat. What did I say to that? My brain was malfunctioning. “What if I want more?” The words slipped out before I knew what I was saying.

“Blondie...” his voice was so guttural and deep that it had me gripping his arm, digging my nails in.

Oh, hell. I just did myself in, didn’t I?

With fresh goosebumps prickling my skin and unfiltered thoughts slipping out, I felt drunk on whatever was flowing through my veins. “Why do you call me Blondie?” I breathed.

He was barely containing himself, but obliged my extra question. Our faces were brought dangerously close together while he focused on my lips with a hunger that scared me. “Because I love watching yousquirm.”

My lips parted open in surprise and I found my nerve. I took his lower lip between mine and grazed my teeth across it and felt him shudder. My heart pounded so loudly that it was apparent to both of us. The rush in my ears told me adrenaline was taking over and lust filled my bones.

In the moment it took me to take a single breath, he flipped me over and pinned my hands to the bed. “Don’t play with me, Fallon.” His tone was deathly serious.

“I’m not playing. What if I want more?” I challenged him from my very disadvantaged position, my eyes grazing every inch of his body.

Oh. My. God. What was I doing?

He released my hands from his grip to peel his shirt off. What a fucking body.

I was probably drooling.

“This what you want?” He pulled my hands to his chest and it took all my strength not to ogle longer. He lowered himself to my ear and nibbled on it. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Oh dear God,” escaped my lips in a pant.

A vicious, low laugh rumbled from his throat. “I love this side of you, but tell me...what does more meanexactly?”

I was hot. Everywhere. I managed to find my voice despite how mousy it sounded. “More, fuck.” I couldn’t concentrate. “It means I want...to have sex with you.”

There it was. Out in the open. My V card his for the taking.

He nuzzled into my neck, trailing soft kisses from my ear to where my hoodie prevented him from going any farther. “Show me.”

I shakily snaked my hands to pull my hoodie off. I was bare in a small bralette he’d seen earlier. No big deal, right? We were both bare-ish on top.

A delicate bite to my neck forced an arch in my back while my entire body tingled. “Brent,” I gasped.

“Blondie,” he replied. His voice was full of merriment. With his mouth on my skin, I was set on fire.

This was nothing like touching myself, or anything my imagination could conjure. He was down to my belly, gripping my sides with just enough force to hold me in place. The tingling from his touches had my body begging for more, reaching out each time he pulled away.

Then he was gone. I looked up to see him undoing his belt. My eyes went wide. Oh, shit, he was taking his pants off.

Do I take off mine too? What are the rules of engagement?

“Cold feet?” he asked, stepping out of his pants that dropped to the floor. He was in nothing but his boxers and I was sitting there like a true lost virgin.

Scratch that. In his boxers with averyapparent boner.

I stuttered. “I, uh, do I take mine off too?”

He broke into a full, gorgeous smile as he let out a snort. “Fuck, you are so cute,” he said shaking his head, pushing me back onto the bed. His mouth crashed into mine in full passion.

Radiating. I was radiating. Our mouths moved in sloppy, hungry kisses as I desperately pulled his body into mine. “Here,” he breathed into my mouth. “Let me help you.”

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