Page 94 of Unwritten Rules
Sinnett looks every bit the stunning man I have grown to know over the past few weeks. And if he continues to look at me with hunger simmering in those ocean eyes, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.
“Hi, Tate.”
“Hi, Sin,” I return his greeting with a smile.
Sinnett joins me on the wall, and we turn to face each other. His cinnamon and cedarwood cologne wraps around me and I fight the urge to step toward him, closing the already small space separating us. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, meeting his intense eyes.
“Did you enjoy the game?” His voice is deep, vibrating my bones.
“You were amazing out there,” I gush, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “Seeing you score the try and kick all of those conversions—” I chuckle and shake my head. “That was embarrassing. I told myself I’d play it cool.”
Sinnett laughs, the sound rich and airy. His hand comes up to rest on my cheek, his touch warm and inviting. “You’re cute, strawberry.”
“I’m being serious,” I tell him, blinking slowly. “You were amazing, and I’m proud of you.”
He smiles, the gesture warm and genuine. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been out there, so thank you.”
“You did all of the hard work, not me,” I remind him, mouth tilted in a half-smile. “But if you’re dishing out credit…”
Sinnett chuckles. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tate.”
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as warmth pools in my core. Having him this close has my body reacting in a way that is only catered to him. I crave his touch, his smile, his words that make me melt into a puddle at his feet. I want all of this man.
“I must say, the jersey was a look.”
A smirk splits across Sinnett’s face and he drops his hand from my face to shove into the front pocket of his hoodie. “It was?”
I nod. “You know, I’ve never owned a jersey for a sports team before.”
Sinnett raises a brow at me. “You haven’t?”
“Never,” I say, shaking my head. “Maybe I need to get myself a Wolves jersey.”
“If it doesn’t have the number seven on it, then the fabric isn’t touching your body, Tate,” Sinnett all but growls, voice low.
I smirk and tilt my head to the side. “Is that so?”
Sinnett’s hand darts out to grip my hip, pulling me flush against his chest. A giggle escapes my lips as my hands come up to press against his toned chest for support. His nose brushes against mine, his ocean eyes sparkling under the moonlight.
“I won’t allow you to wear another man’s jersey, Tate.” His lips skim over mine, sending a jolt of electricity done my spine. “As my girl, you’ll wear my number, no one else’s.”
My girl.
Liquid heat pools in my core as my heart slams against my chest. Seeing Sinnett show his possessive side has my body thrumming with adrenaline, the desire to get this man alone overwhelming. I hate that we have to keep whatever we are a secret, but it does allow us the space to nurture this growing affection for each other and see where it leads.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
Instead of answering, Sinnett slams his lips against mine, stealing the air from my lungs and the ability to think clearly. My hands loop around his neck, melting into the kiss as his claims me. I let him.
He drops the gym bag at his feet and his free hand comes up to cup the back of my neck, holding me firmly against his body as he deepens the kiss. Electricity sparks between us like a live wire, and for a moment, all I can think about is how perfect this feels. Having him against me, his warmth seeping into my skin, followed be the comforting scent I have grown to seek out in the crowd, and how easily my body responds to each swipe and nibble.
We were cursed from the beginning—orbiting each other’s space, and never quite cementing ourselves in it.
Time can be a real bitch sometimes.
Sinnett pulls away breathlessly and drops his forehead against mine. “Get in my car, Tate. I’m going to show you exactly how, and you know I’m a man of my word.”
Warmth explodes across my chest as a smile splits across my face.
