Page 37 of Unwritten Rules (The Sunburnt Hearts #1)

Chapter Sixteen

SINNETT

I wasn’t kidding when I said Tatum is too much.

Her scent, her warmth, her fucking ability to bring me to my knees with that damn smile.

When I’m with her, I can’t think straight.

I spilled a truth about my parents I haven’t told Khai—he knows the basics but not my true feelings—and yet a woman I’ve known for three weeks was privy to hearing part of myself I keep hidden.

Why?

Why Tatum?

What is it about her that makes it so easy for me to open up, to reveal parts of myself that I don't want to be made known?

My surroundings are a blur when I pull into the underground parking garage of my apartment.

One second, I’m sitting in the car with Tatum, her presence too much.

And the next, I have her pinned to the wall in my bedroom with my hands tangled in her hair and my lips attached to hers.

Her hands tug at the roots of my hair, forcing us impossibly closer.

I vaguely recall Tatum asking if Khai is home, and me responding that he’s out with some guys from the team.

It’s hard to think straight when she rolls her body against mine, eliciting a wildfire deep in my bones.

Her hands are frantic as they tear at my black hoodie, forcing the material over my head.

My lips leave hers to tease the skin at the base of her throat, while my fingers work the material of the black leggings down her smooth legs.

Her breath comes out in small pants as I lift her hoodie over her head, leaving her standing against my wall in nothing but an oversized band T-shirt, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, breathing heavy.

A red hue coats her round cheeks. “So are you.”

I smirk. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Tatum drags her bottom lip between her teeth and nods slowly. “Yeah, I do.”

Being called beautiful by a woman is a first for me. I’ve gotten every other compliment under the sun, but this is a new one. And it happens to be my favourite coming from her sweet mouth.

My fingertips trace the edge of her T-shirt before dragging it over her torso, the material finding space on the large floor, along with the rest of her clothing.

With eyes sweeping over every curve and inch of her body, my lungs fight to force air into them.

Because holy fuck I don’t deserve this woman. Not a single part of her.

I nearly choke on the saliva in my mouth at the sight of the deep red lingerie set moulded perfectly to her body. It’s all lace and fucking see-through. Somehow, my cock grows impossibly harder, blurring the edge of my vision.

I can’t help but touch her waist, relishing in the goosebumps forming under my hand.

Tatum watches me the entire time, waiting for me to do or say something.

But how can I when I’m at a loss for words?

She leaves me defenceless and while I hate the feeling of not being in control of my actions, I’ll gladly hand over the reins to her if it means I have the pleasure of being in her orbit.

“You really are too much,” I rasp, throat tight. “But in the best way possible.”

Tatum grins as she slides her hand over my pecs, taking her time tracing each ridge, before lowering her fingers over the pane of my six-pack. I fight the urge to shudder under her touch as she traces each line, smiling to herself.

I allow her to touch me, to really see me. And boy does she.

Tatum isn’t here to fuck spiders, her fingers reaching for the waistband of my athletic shorts. She holds eye contact as she lowers the material down my legs, forcing me to step out of them. Then, her eyes find the tattoo on my left side, curving from my hip to my back.

“You have so many tattoos,” she murmurs, fingers gently tracing the large design. “What is it?”

“A Japanese dragon.”

Her eyes round at the edges. Even in the shadows of the room, partly illuminated by the lamps on my bedside tables, I don’t miss the intrigue coating her irises. “Why a dragon and cherry blossoms. And why so big?”

I chuckle, my hands finding her hips. “Let’s just say I had too much money when I was twenty-one and thought a dragon would look sick.”

“I like it,” she whispers, dragging her eyes to meet mine.

And I like you .

“And these?” Tatum continues, drawing her attention to the tattoos on my right arm, not a blank piece of canvas in sight.

“I’ve always liked tattoos,” I say, never taking my eyes off her. “I consider it art.”

“It is,” she agrees, voice barely above a whisper. “It just adds to your beauty.”

I inwardly groan, my heart unable to take many more compliments from her.

She’s too much .

“Tate…”

She smiles and leans up on her toes to press a chaste kiss to my lips. Before she can pull away, my hands are in her hair and my lips mould against hers. Tatum moans into my mouth, and unable to keep hold of my self-control, I spin us and walk towards my bed.

Tatum giggle-squeals when the back of her legs hit the mattress and we topple onto the dark grey doona. Her hands find my shoulders as I suspend my body over hers, not wanting to put too much weight on her.

Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I take in the woman below me. Strawberry-blonde hair fans out like a halo above her head, chest heaving as she sucks in deep breaths. She wriggles under my gaze, and I can’t help but smile.

“Eager, strawberry?”

“Yes,” she admits without hesitation. “Last time we, you know, was in your car. This feels… different.”

I drag my fingers over the curve of her jaw, before resting at the base of her throat. Her pulse thuds rapidly against my skin, and I’m sure mine mirrors it perfectly.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasp. “You set the pace and I’ll follow.”

“Oh, you don’t?—”

“The last time we were together, I took from you what I wanted, which was wrong of me. I want you to take whatever it is you need from me and I’ll be right behind you.”

Tatum blinks at me as my words settle deep into her skin.

There is no denying I was a dick the night we first hooked up.

I was so intent on finding a distraction from my injury and getting off as a means to ease the tension in my shoulders, that I didn’t stop to think about what Tatum wanted.

And now that I have her here, lying beneath me, I have no intention of fucking this up.

“What’s it going to be, strawberry?”

Tatum swallows hard before scooting out from beneath me.

I watch with bated breath as she settles against the pillows, a knowing smile on her lips.

Her legs fall open, baring her soaked core to me.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what she’s asking for, but I’ll admit that I’m an asshole for wanting to hear the words come out of her mouth.

I lean back on my shins, mouth tilting in a smirk. “What is it that you want?”

Tatum drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “I want you, Sin.”

“Where?”

Her cheeks turn a shade of red that has me smiling like a damn fool.

“Here.” She points to her parted legs, and I’m fighting the urge to dive headfirst to give her what she wants. “Please.”

“You want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours?”

Tatum nods. “Yes, I want you to lick my pussy.”

Fucking hell .

Her eyes follow my movements as I crawl across the king-sized bed until I’m nestled between her thighs. The air in my lungs evaporate when I pull the lace material down her thighs, tossing them over my head. She is fucking soaked. My throat tightens as my mouth loses any moisture it once had.

With my hands gripping her thighs, I lean down and swipe my tongue over her centre. Tatum shudders at the touch, spurring me on. With each flick and swipe of my tongue, moans slip from her parted lips, her hand finding support in my hair.

She’s so fucking delicious that I’m finding it hard to think straight. I don’t notice the ache in my jaw as I continue to work her over, nor do I take note when I slip two fingers inside. All I can focus on is the sounds falling from her sweet mouth and how I never want this moment to end.

“Sin,” Tatum cries out, her legs shaking as I up the speed of my tongue and fingers. “I-I’m going to?—”

I lift my head, meeting her lust-hazed eyes. “Come on my tongue, strawberry. I want to taste every last drop of you.”

My tongue swipes over her core, and that’s all it takes for her to fly over the edge.

I don’t slow my movements as an orgasm consumes every inch of her body.

Seeing her this way, writhing under my touch and crying out my name, has me feeling like I’m on cloud nine.

Knowing I did that to her, made her feel that way, brings me a pleasure I never knew possible.

I have never found giving head to be enjoyable—until this moment. With Tatum, it just feels… right. Like every other aspect of being with this woman. I don’t know how else to explain it, nor do I understand it. But I’m willing to see where this goes.

“Holy shit,” Tatum breathes, eyes finding mine as she sinks into the bed. “That was… insane.”

“The best you’ve ever had?” I raise a brow, a smirk tilting up my mouth.

“By a long shot.” Tatum pushes her hair out of her face and lifts up onto her elbows. “I can, you know, help you?—”

“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, crawling up her body until we’re eye to eye. She releases a tight breath, tucking her lip between her teeth. “I did this for you. I don’t need anything in return.”

“But I?—”

“But nothing.” Balancing on one hand, I use the other to trace a line down the valley of her full tits, stopping at her waist. “I owed you one for the way you blew my socks off with the head you gave in my car.”

Tatum smiles shyly. “Okay.”

“Now,” I say, lowering my head until our lips are brushing. Her wetness coats my lips and tongue. “What are we doing next?”