Page 169 of Unspoken Rules (Rules 2)

“I love you,” I whisper, and she sighs.

“I love you, too, you goddamn idiot.” Her voice shatters as she climbs onto my laps and encloses my lips with hers. I immediately kiss her harder. I know what she’s doing. She’s giving our bodies a chance to say goodbye.

She’s giving them a chance to do what we can’t.

The kisses go from soft to hard. From slow to fast. The rising tension reminds me to enjoy this moment to the fullest. I dig into the dips of her hips, and she grinds relentlessly against me. I groan into her ear.

Fuck, I’m already rock hard.

This is going to be torture.

I decide to skip the agonizing teasing and go straight to the good part. I impatiently get her out of the hoodie hiding her perfect curves and my eyes want to pop out of their sockets when I see that she’s not wearing a bra under it. I desperately take in her body, memorizing, engraving, and relishing in every inch of her skin.

My fingers find her nipples while I suck on her earlobe and kiss my way down to her breasts. I circle my tongue around her and feel her melt into my hands. She’s holding back. I hate when she does that. Nothing gets me hard like hearing her moan for me. Don’t even get me started on watching her come. I grip her waist, flip her over, and pin her down under me. We keep kissing until she tugs at my sweatpants and removes them.

“Someone’s ready.” She bites on her lip and takes me between her fingers. I hold my breath when she starts to pump up and down.

Shit.

“Ladies first.” It takes all my willpower to take her hand off me. “How long until they come home?” I whisper and pull the short shorts she loves to wear as pajamas down her legs. She’s not wearing underwear either. I’m so hard it hurts.

“We have like thirty minutes tops before the guys come bursting through the front door.”

My lips quirk into a smile.

In a sudden move, I toss her shorts across the room and grip her thighs apart. Our eyes meet.

“I’ll make you scream in ten.”

Her cheeks flare, but I don’t wait for her to reprimand me. I know she likes when I’m raw. I press my tongue to her and focus all my attention on the spots I know she likes best. She whines and squirms at the strong pressure of my mouth. I don’t take it slow. We’re way past the “is that okay” phase. I know what she likes by now.

The familiarity of her taste doesn’t help me in the hard as a rock department. The bliss on her face when I slide two fingers inside and start thrusting in and out of her quickly tells me that my lonely nights are only going to get worse. How the hell am I supposed to go back to being alone after her?

After this?

She gasps for oxygen. “I want to feel you. Please.”

“Not yet,” I smile.

“Jerk,” she pants.

“Prude,” I say before going back in.

My tongue continues to twirl around her until she starts to tremble. She’s close. She grips the sheet and closes her eyes, but, just as she’s about to reach the peak, I guide myself inside her and start to pound so fast even I’m shocked. I press my lips to hers as she gasps in surprise. She moans so loudly into my mouth I’m afraid that sound alone will cut our moment short. I could come just listening to her.

“Oh my God, Haze.” She claws at my back recklessly. That’s for sure going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. Fuck, she feels so good. I don’t want this moment to end, not yet, so I try to think of something else. Something that’ll take my mind off how tight she is.

I roll my hips harder, faster, and her mouth drops open. She moans louder when I take a fistful of her hair and she finally reaches the sky. Her eyes widen as she shudders in my arms. She’s out of breath, overwhelmed. Slowly coming back down to earth, she whispers that she loves me.

So I say it back.

I say it back and show her just how much I mean it.

I say it back and make her mine…

One last time.

Winter