Page 29 of Unwritten Rules

“You look perfect.”

Her brow puckers as my eyes are drawn from hers when she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. She allows her lip to pop free, quickly running the tip of her pink tongue across it.

My nostrils flare as my eyes move back up along her face, finding her eyes roaming across the contours of mine.

She lifts a hand between us to rest it on my chest, right over my racing heart. Her simple touch sends a thrill through me, like a lightning bolt to my soul.

My pull to this woman is all-encompassing.

Despite the red flags popping up in my field of vision, my mind flashes back to our stolen kiss.

The pillowy softness of her lips.

Her lush curves pressed against the length and breadth of my body.

That unforgettable vanilla-flavoured kiss, both innocent and bold. Pure and potent. A wholly addictive kiss that I can’t repeat no matter what the temptation.

For I know as surely as I know my own name, one more kiss would never be enough. One more kiss would lead to so much more. One more kiss would seal our fate.

One more kiss would ruin lives, so, despite the palpable tension between us, I step back and gesture towards the staircase, firmly putting a lid on this incessant insanity.

“Now, let’s find something to eat, shall we?”

CHAPTER 10

MILA

“I’m going to check in on Wetherby and maybe go for a quick jog before turning in.”

Nate’s voice rings through the living area to where I’m perched on the window seat, looking out over a stunning open courtyard below. I’ve been scrolling aimlessly through Amazon’s daily deals and have no less than twelve entirely unnecessary purchases in my cart.

He pokes his head around the corner of the bedroom door where he’s been loitering since after dinner. He’s claimed that he’s working, but I know it’s a load of bollocks.

I haven’t quite decided what he’s hiding from in there. Me or the house.

And frankly, he’s peeved me with his absence – or avoidance. Who knows!

Without taking my eyes from my phone, I dip my chin in the barest acknowledgement and continue to scroll.

“Ooh. I’ll take two.”

I hear his footsteps move closer until he’s beside me.

“What will you take two of now, littlest DeMarco?”

Raising my eyes from my phone, I almost drop the damn thing when I take in the specimen before my disbelieving eyes.

He’s dressed head to toe in black. Black joggers, tight fitted black t-shirt, and black trainers. Every single piece of his sculpted physique is laid out for my viewing pleasure, and I just about drool right in his beautiful face.

“Hello? Mila? Anybody in there?”

Waving a hand in front of my eyes, he smirks knowingly, folding his muscular arms across his chest.

I deadpan, unwilling to give this man a damn inch.

He knows he’s hot as fucking sin.

“Pens, Nathaniel. Two, to be exact.”