Page 82 of Unwritten Rules

We watch on, neither speaking, his hardness rubbing slightly against my back, each subtle thrust turning me on even more.

I am so aroused by this whole experience that I have no doubt if the wind blew the wrong way, I’d detonate like a nuclear bomb.

“Touch yourself for me, Hellcat.”

My eyelids flutter, and a moan falls from my lips as he grasps the skirt of my white dress and slowly, achingly slowly, tugs it up along my legs, tickling my bare flesh.

Goosebumps race across my skin with every inch higher my skirt goes until he bunches it around my waist in his left hand. He rests his right hand on my hip on top of my own, threading his fingers through mine.

“I can’t touch you, Mila. This is blurring the line, but that – that would blow everything to bits and pieces.”

He stops to grind his pelvis against the top of my ass, groaning deep within his chest before speaking again.

“Pretend your fingers are mine.”

He drops kiss after featherlight kiss to my neck and then, flattening his tongue, licks all the way from the sensitive part of my neck right to my earlobe before nipping it with his teeth.

His voice drops to the barest whisper, the plea in his words apparent despite everything. “Just this once, let’s pretend.”

Then, he drags my hand down, making my fingers brush tantalisingly close to the elastic of my panties, back and forth so teasingly. I can’t help the whimper that escapes, eliciting a deep chuckle from Nate’s broad chest.

“Won’t you touch me, please?”

I’m not ashamed to beg this man for what I want. For what I need.

But instead, he growls, “I can’t!” then grips my arm at the wrist, thrusting my hand inside my panties where my fingers rest lightly on my pulsating clit.

“We can pretend. Just for this moment, Hellcat. Pretend with me. Pretend this is my pussy, with my hand touching her, exploring her, making her feel good. Pretend that this means nothing.”

He forces my hand lower so that my fingers are slipping and sliding through my soaking folds, back and forth, over and back.

“Oh shit!” My high-pitched exclamation leaves my mouth unbidden upon finding the mess inside my panties. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as wet in my fucking life.”

“Oh, Christ.”

He dips at the knees, his forehead resting on the back of my head to grind hard into the softer, fleshy part of my ass. I’m utterly unable to stop from flicking my middle finger over and back across my clit, dipping between my slick folds, building a delicious rhythm. I begin to rock my hips forward, propelled by his motions, going faster, circling harder, seeking more.

The show before us has long since finished, the lights in the alcove dimming even further, everyone nearby unaware of what we’re doing – and even if the whole club descended upon us right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“This is insanity.” His words are a breathless gasp, hot against the nape of my neck.

“Then I want to be insane with you, Nathaniel.”

His now-free right hand wraps around my middle, settling on my left breast as he holds me firmly against his large body, all whilst laving open-mouthed kisses across my exposed neck and shoulder.

His breath is hot against my skin, his words tugging at my distant memory as I race towards a finish that’s just within my reach and far beyond my wildest imaginings. “Don’t worry, baby. Everything will turn out alright.”

When he nips the sensitive part of my neck, I nearly lose my damn mind as a gush of arousal coats my hand and I’m so close to orgasm I can almost taste it.

“Oh. My. God. I’m so close.”

“Do it. Make yourself come, Hellcat. Come for me. I’ve got you.”

I lay my head against his shoulder as I swirl my middle finger through my juices, deliciously circling around, over and back, the telling tingles of an impending release rippling from my centre to every inch of my being.

As I feel myself draw nearer to completion, I allow my eyes to fall closed so as not to see the temptation of his beautiful face. Lest seeing that part of one another ruin the illusion, and as though he’s heard my concern, he drops a long kiss to my temple, all whilst picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“But whatever you do, don’t look at me when you come. Eyes shut, Hellcat.”