Page 16 of About That Rule

He rolled his eyes. “I should have known.”

“Says someone who’s never played before.”

“You’ve never played football, but you know the rules of the game,” he countered.

She teasingly glared at him. “Shush. I’m in charge here since I’ve played before. We spin the bottle and kiss who it lands on.”

“Thanks for clearing that up,” he said sarcastically. “Who spins first?”

“Me, because I’m the youngest.”

“By a few months,” he protested. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves of knowing he was about to kiss her or if he just wanted to be the one who spun the bottle. “This is my house.”

She tipped her head to the side. “This is my bottle of champagne.”

“Fine.”

He stopped arguing. His need to kiss her was far more important. It was finally going to happen. Every moment since they’d gotten hitched had been leading to this.

Samantha spun the bottle. It finally stopped and pointed at the chair.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. The desire—no, more like the need—to have her mouth on his was unbearable. It was as if his life depended on knowing how soft her lips were. He had to confirm if she tasted as sweet as he suspected. He had to hear if she moaned when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The anticipation was too much.

“Fuck this,” he said before smacking the bottle from between them. He heard it hit the wall but didn’t bother to look. Without a second thought, they both moved to their knees, bodies flushed against each other.

His hands gripped the back of her hair, pulling her head back. He growled out, “Fuck anymore waiting.”

HIS MOUTH CRUSHEDagainst hers, sending waves of desire pulsing through her. His lips were possessive and desperate as he demanded everything from her, and Samantha gave him everything he asked for. She wiggled against him, unable to control her body from rubbing against his, desperate for the friction. Samantha was needy for him and wanted more.

He bit her lower lip, and she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It was an intense moment as he took his time devouring her mouth, tasting her with every rub of his tongue. Nate was in complete control as he angled her head so he could deepen the kiss, his hands never letting go of the back of her neck as he gently tugged her hair.

Holy hell, this kiss was the best of her life. Sensations coursed through her while her body trembled with desire.

A soft whimper squeaked out of her as his hands dropped from her neck. Her needy noise must have sparked something in him because he sat back on the floor and pulled her on top of him so she was in his lap. The entire time, his lips never left hers. They were drunk off the kiss alone.

It was like they were made for each other. They fit perfectly together.

She grinded against him and groaned again. This time, she felt his hard cock sliding against her through his jeans. Now, she no longer had to question whether he was packing or not. He was thick and long even in his pants. Holy hell, she needed to see him naked.

His hands gripped her hips as she swayed over top of him as if they were having sex. He controlled the speed of her movement, and she loved his aggressive grasp. His hands were sure to leave a mark, and that turned her on even more. The only thing stopping them from fucking were the clothes they were still wearing. The moment was sexy and mind consuming. She leaned back, just for a second, to take her shirt off, but Nate stopped her.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His hands dropped to the floor. “What the fuck are we doing?”

With those words, all the magic was sucked out of the room.