Page 45 of About That Rule

CHAPTER17

THE TENSION WASsuffocating them.

“Why were you even talking to that douche at the bar?” Nate prodded as they walked toward his hotel room. Anger zipped through him at her being with someone else. How the hell did she not want him the way he wanted—no, needed, her?

She stopped walking, huffed and crossed her arms. “Why do you even care who I hook up with?”

He stalked in front of her, both glaring at the other. “Are you kidding me?”

“This obviously isn’t a comedy act for either of us.”

His hands cupped the back of her head. “You are my wife. My fucking wife. There’s no way in hell I’m going to stand back and watch someone else even have the opportunity to touch you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Everything.”

In that moment, in the hallway next to his hotel room door, he kissed her passionately. Wildly. Like he was afraid it might be the last time. Her hands dug into his side, yanking him closer to her. She pulled his shirt from being tucked into the waist of his pants. Then she went for the button, but he stopped her.

“As much as fucking you right here, right now, sounds amazing, let’s please move to my room.”

He swiped the card key, and they stepped inside his room.

“Afraid to get caught?” she taunted as she used the tie around his neck to pull him closer until her back hit the wall. His hands brushed the hair out of her face.

“Never. But the thought of anyone else seeing you orgasm makes me irrational.”

With that, he kissed her again, marking her as his.

THE WAY HISlips moved over hers, branding her with each bite, she had never been so turned on or desperate for sex. She pulled her dress up around her hips, urging him on.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” she panted, breaking away from his kiss.

Nate took a step back, his eyes roaming all over her body. His hands grabbed each side of her thong and tugged, ripping her underwear off.

“Oh shit,” she murmured. That was the first time someone had actually destroyed her underwear to get her naked. And she liked it.

They sloppily got his pants down, but only shoved his boxer-briefs low enough for his cock to pop out. Wasting no time, Nate aligned his dick with her opening and thrust inside. He stilled for a moment, and she wasn’t sure if it was because he needed it or knew she did.

She was stretched to the brim.

“Samantha,” he moaned before biting her neck.

Her legs were wrapped around him. He was holding her up with his hands by gripping her ass. It was primal as he pushed into her again. There was a touch of pain as he filled her, but it was sexy as hell as they fucked each other against the damn wall.

“I need to see more of you,” he gruffed as he waddled over to the bed, tossing her down so he could take off the remainder of his clothes.

Samantha followed his lead and got out of her dress as fast as possible. He climbed over her and kissed her.

He nipped at all her skin, not missing a single spot. When he licked and bit the sensitive flesh under her breast, her nails scratched his back.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, not wanting anymore teasing or foreplay. It had been weeks and weeks of wanting each other. Now that they were green lighting it, she had to feel him inside her, fucking her.

Nate was a good listener. His cock slammed into her, taking her breath away. His hand grazed down her body and started to rub her clit, making her close to orgasm. Her body was beginning to tighten up, but she was desperate to have some control. She moved so he rolled to his back and she got on top.

Her hips grinded into him. She was so close, her entire body was tingling. Nate must have decided he wanted control back because he lifted her off him so he could sit on the edge of the bed facing her.

“Look at us,” he demanded as he moved her back into his lap. Now, her back was against him, and they both faced the hotel mirror.