Page 94 of Unwritten Rules

I gripped her wrist and pressed her hand harder into my chest. “And you’re Fallon Montgomery,” I teased, lowering myself closer to her.

“What makes the most prolific bad boy interested in me? Why do you like me?” Her fingers ever so gently squeezed my chest in response to me pressing her hand further into my chest.

Grab my heart. Take it.

I brought my hand up to sweep some of her hair before cupping her face. “I like you, Blondie, because I love challenges and things I don’t deserve. You’re such a hard one to get to pay attention to me. I like it.”

Her lips parted in disbelief. A small breath escaped them and a light turned on behind her eyes. She had a life to her I wanted to feel, to explore. She seemed so much more alive than anyone else I’d ever met.

“I, uh–” she stuttered, trying to look away. I held her hand firmly in place on my chest.

“What?” I tilted my head to follow where her eyes drifted to, wanting to hold her gaze. “Talk to me. If you don’t want to talk, I can think of something else we can do with our mouths.”

Dropping her eyes to the floor, I refused to let her look away. Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look back up to me. “I don’t want either of those,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Such a little lair.” I dipped my face to hers and met her lips with mine. The way her hand gripped my shirt told me everything I needed to know about what she wanted.

Fuck, her lips are so soft.

Until she pulled away. “Isn’t this a conflict of interest?”

Growing impatient of her clothes still on her body, I slipped her up and over my shoulder, carrying her down to her bedroom. I’d never get tired of doing it, even when she beat on my back with her fists the whole way while she told me she hated me and to put her down.

Fat chance.

Locking the bedroom door, I tossed her onto the bed. Her eyes were wide in disbelief and her mouth was agape. “Wh-what are you doing?”

I grinned, climbing onto the bed and prowled towards her. “Whatever I want. Just like you told me to do.”

She backed away from me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said.” Grabbing her legs, I yanked her back to me. “Don’t say things so carelessly, babe. What was it you said last time? I want more?”

Completely underneath me, she squirmed under my touch. So cute. So innocent.

Her breathing sped up, hitching in the most adorable way. “Brent...”

“Yes?” I kissed her neck while my hands re-explored her body. I wanted to memorize every inch and feel her soft skin until the end of time.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, her back arched. “I-I...” she squeaked.

Sitting back, I pulled my shirt off, reveling in how she drank up my body with her eyes. She laid there, speechless, while her gaze drifted down to my pants. Her throat bobbed while she took in the bulge that formed in my pants. I grabbed her hands and put them on my belt. “Take this belt off for me, Blondie.”

She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Those vibrant eyes met mine with a spark of desire, and she held my gaze while slowly undoing my belt. Pulling it free, she tossed it aside and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.

My pulse races, each breath shallow and quick, an insatiable hunger for her touch consumed me. Shoving my pants to the ground, my dick was readily apparent in my boxers. I watched curiously as she hesitated in reaching out for it.

Trying to control my urges, I whispered, “Don’t be shy.”

Her hand steadied and gripped my cock through my boxers, and I swore I could have came right then and there out of pure excitement. Releasing a low moan, she drew her eyes back up to mine. “Is it okay if I don’t know what to do?”

Fuck.

“What is it you want to do?” It was incredibly hard to focus with her grasping my cock and looking at me with those innocent doe eyes.

Grabbing the waistband of my boxers, she pulled them down to reveal what was underneath–my cock fully hard with need for her. She replaced her hand and started stroking it.

“Mhm,” I groaned. My legs threatened to give out standing there.

---