Page 117 of Unwritten Rules

Taunting him.

He grinds harder, gripping my hip in one hand to hold me in place, and I open my mouth to accept his kiss.

Our tongues glide along one another slowly. Softly. Teasing laps for long minutes until we’re both breathless, inhaling each other’s air through ragged gasps.

“Make love to me, Nathaniel.”

My whispered plea makes my lover groan deep in his chest, the sound rumbling through his body. His eyes drop closed for one, two, three beats until he opens them, forcing the breath from my body with the deep-seated intensity of his adoration.

“As you wish, baby.”

I can feel my nostrils flare at his words before he takes my mouth once more, this time in a rougher kiss. A claiming kiss.

A kiss that shows me precisely who I belong to, as this man owns my mouth as easily as he took possession of my heart long ago.

We kiss for long minutes, alternating between long and languid to frantic and heated until we are both moaning, grinding our pelvises together, his rock-hard cock hitting my bare clit in the most tantalising way.

Having had enough, I palm his chest, pushing him back so that he is propped up on his elbows, watching me with a sardonic smile.

“Too slow, Hawthorne.”

I kneel up, unfastening the row of tiny buttons on the front of my dress in record time before I peel it from my body. My bra follows until I am bared to him.

His deep brown eyes caress every inch of my exposed skin more intimately than his hands, and I light up under the touch of his heated, chocolatey gaze.

“I have seen many beautiful sights in my lifetime, but nothing on this planet comes close to your spectacular perfection, Mila DeMarco.”

Nate sits forward, reaching up to brush my hair off my temple and tuck a wayward strand behind my ear. His hand descends slowly along my breastbone and around the curve of my breast. He moves past the swell of my hips, finally cupping one side of my ass in his vast palm.

“And the part I can’t quite wrap my head around is that you’re mine.”

He jerks me forward suddenly, his mouth latching onto my nipple with unerring aim. As he swirls his tongue around the hard bud, I gasp both in shock and in sheer pleasure.

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck yes.”

He moves to my other breast, giving my hardened nipple the same attention as the first before looking deep into my eyes and standing. I stand before him as he reaches behind his neck to fist the collar of his t-shirt.

Tugging it off one-handed, he tosses it in the direction of my own clothes.

Unable to stop myself, my eyes drop to his broad chest, and I brush my hand across his muscular form, revelling in the sensation of his skin under my palm. “You’re beautiful, Nathaniel.”

A shudder ripples across his skin with each caress of my hand.

“Your body is perfection. Surprising, considering your time in the ring, hmm?”

I quirk a brow, finding his mirth-filled eyes with my own. He palms my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

“What can I say? When you’re good, you’re good.” He grins broadly, that dimple I adore winking easily from beneath his longer-than-usual scruff.

Catching his wrists, I hold his hands in place on either side of my face and pin him with my gaze. “You have no reason to set foot in that ring again, Nathaniel. You have me now. I’m yours.”

His eyes hold mine, and they become suspiciously glassy as the honesty in my words sinks in. “And I’m going nowhere.”

Dropping to my knees, I reach between us, unbuttoning his shorts to peel them and his underwear down his legs, allowing the material to pool at his feet.

His thick, beautiful cock is standing to attention, directly at face level, and my mouth begins to water as an idea takes root. I want to kiss him there, to make him feel as good as his mouth on my own sex makes me feel.

I want it more than anything, despite never having done this before.