Page 38 of Unwritten Rules (The Sunburnt Hearts #1)

I wasn’t kidding when I told her to take the lead. Whatever she wants to do, or wherever she wants to take this, I’ll follow. If she decides she wants to end the night here, I’ll drive her home without complaint. But if she wants to take the next step, I’ll take the leap with her.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I blink down at her, my heart stilling in my chest.

Did I hear her correctly? Did those words come out of her mouth?

“Only if you want to,” Tatum quickly adds, as if worried she took it a step too far.

I slam my lips against her, pushing my tongue between her lips, forcing her to taste herself. She moans against my mouth as her arms come up to wrap around my neck, deepening the kiss. This woman drives me to near insanity with little effort, and I’m helpless to fight it.

I pull away from the kiss long enough to squeeze out, “Your wish is my command,” before my lips find hers again.

We’re a frenzy of tangled limbs and discarded underwear, our lips fighting to stay together.

As soon as I have Tatum sprawled out beneath me in all of her naked glory—and those fucking nipple piercings—I waste no time entering her, shoving in all the way until I bottom out.

Tatum clutches my shoulders and cries out, her nails digging into my skin.

Her muffled cries against my skin remind me I need to take this slow, to allow her to adjust to me before I turn into a maniac.

“You okay?” I rasp, afraid to move for fear of hurting her.

“Yeah,” she strangles out, body tense and thighs hugging my waist. “I forgot how big you are.”

“Can I move?” I ask, voice tight. “Because if I don’t I fear I might come without so much as starting.”

Tatum laughs, the sounds sweet and airy as she nods. My hips pull back and roll forward at a slow pace, allowing Tatum to get used to me. My forearms strain from holding my body over her; the angle giving me a deeper position to fill every inch of her.

Our moans echo off the white walls, and I have to fight the urge to slam into her with the desperate need to feel closer to her than we already are. Each stroke and thrust has my vision blurring at the edges, and a low growl falls from my parted lips.

“You fit me fucking perfectly,” I grunt, chest tight. “Every inch of you was made for me, Tate.”

“I told you to fuck me, Sin,” Tatum squeezes out, jade eyes searing into mine. She arches her back, somehow allowing me to slip deeper inside of her. “So do it.”

Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet.

Fucking hell .

“Jesus, Tate,” I grunt, my right hand coming up to toy with the metal bar through her nipple. “Too much.”

Tatum grins as she digs her nails deeper into my shoulders, meeting me thrust for thrust as I pick up speed. I must black out because one second, Tatum is lying beneath me, and then the next, I have her bent over the edge of the mattress, driving into her from behind.

This woman makes me feral in every sense of the word.

Reckless is another word I would use when I’m with her.

It’s as if I become a different person—someone I don’t recognise.

Not in a bad way, by any means. I don’t feel like myself, but maybe that’s the point.

Being someone else entirely when I’m with her means she doesn’t have to deal with the bullshit that comes with my life and she can just have me . The real me.

“Fuck, Tate,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Tatum fists the doona and moans in response. Her legs shake as her pussy clenches around me, nearing the edge. And fuck if I’m not right behind her. Literally.

With a deep thrust, we come at the same time. It’s both intense and fucking magical. My vision blurs at the edges as every muscle in my body coils tight. The air is knocked from my lungs at the sensation of her walls squeezing me, taking every last ounce of energy I possess.

We fall into a tangled heap on the bed, with Tatum tucked under my arm. She hums as she hooks a leg over my left thigh, careful not to touch the right, I notice. My skin is slicked with sweat, but Tatum doesn’t care, nuzzling her face in the crook of my neck.

Hooking my right arm under my head and wrapping the other around Tatum’s back, I heave a sharp breath, staring at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit indeed,” Tatum murmurs, followed by a soft chuckle.

A wave of emotions I can’t recognise press down on my chest. I swallow hard, voice raspy as I murmur, “I’m both terrified and intrigued by you, Tate.”

Tatum lifts herself up onto her elbow, jade eyes meeting mine from above—like a fucking angel. “Why?” Her hand caresses my cheek, and I lean into her touch.

“Because I’m confused.”

“About me?”

I nod. “There are so many factors stacked against us and rules that could have lasting effects if broken. And while I want to break them—fuck do I want to break them… I’m also torn. The need to protect my career and you?—”

“I understand,” Tatum murmurs, voice light. Not a hint of anger lingers in her words at my admission. “You have a lot on the line, Sin. We both do. And if you want to end things here… I get it.”

“God, no.” I push up onto my elbow, body turning to face her. Her nipple piercings brush my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want that.”

“But you’re confused,” she points out. “And it’s okay to be. I’m confused, too.”

My hand slides up to cup her cheek, needing to feel her to know she’s real, because right now, it feels like I’m having an out of body experience.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I still want you,” I strangle out, voice tight. “I just…”

“Me, too,” Tatum interjects. She smiles, and it’s brighter than any star in the sky. “Should we be confused together and see where it takes us?”

I can’t help but smile, despite the pressure baring down on my chest. “Confused together. I can make that work.”

A sultry look gleams in Tatum’s eyes as she gently pushes at my shoulder, forcing me onto my back. My eyes track her movements as she slides down the bed, her face centimetres from my cock, which is hard again. I swear it has a mind of its fucking own.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, fisting the doona at my sides. “Tate?—”

“Shhh,” she whispers, tongue darting out to lick her plump bottom lip. “I believe I have a favour to return for that skilful tongue of yours.”

Before I can utter another word, her mouth wraps around the head of my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

A moan slips past my parted lips, and I’m helpless to stop it.

My head drops onto the mattress, relishing in the feel of her tongue sliding over my skin, sucking and teasing with precision.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman walking into my life, but I’m determined to keep her by my side, even if she is my downfall.