Page 11 of The One Bed Rule
Seth’s mouth pulls up into a devilish grin, one that sends heat to my center, desperate for him to be closer. “I propose the one bed rule.” The words are matter of fact—am I supposed to know what he means? Thankfully, he quickly continues. “When we’re stuck here,” he muses, gesturing to the room around us, “no matter how long it lasts..." He pauses and it might actually kill me.
I'm hanging on to every syllable, every twitch of his lip, every breath.
“We fucking give in.” His voice is low and like gravel as his hand reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Then his thumb is on my jaw while his fingers hold the back of my head.
There’s no air, nothing to breathe in to relieve the ache almost cracking the bones in my chest. When his eyes go from mine to my lips, I can’t help but do the thing he called out—I push the bottom one through my teeth, meticulously slowly.
He leans closer, eliminating the space between us, his hand pulling me gently closer to him. We’re a short sigh apart; one move from either of us will change the game, the one I feel like we’ve been playing since we got here.
“Do you want to give in, Claire? Follow the one bed rule?”
I nod in agreement before the second question is out of his mouth. It’s not a want at this point—it's a need.
His lips are close to mine; if I took a deep breath, we’d be touching. But he stops before kissing me and murmurs, “Need to hear you say it, baby.”
Baby?Fuck. I am on another planet at this point. Whatever this man says, it’s going to be a yes. The pivot from my standard need for control to whatever he wants is jarring but, in a way, causes flames to lick at my skin.
I answer, “Yes.”
Seth offers me another smirk, one that has goosebumps raising on my arm, and then his mouth is on mine.
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Whenshegivesmethe green light, a mental checklist forms of all the places I want to kiss her. Touch. Taste. Her lips are full when my lips meet hers—she leans forward enough to put herself into it. I push her so she’s laying on the bed, her tits spilling over the cups of her lingerie. I brace myself, arms on each side of her, as I pull my hips to hover over her under the blanket.
This is what it looks like to go for it. Don’t be timid. Don’t hold back.
Claire’s hands reach for me, pushing through my hair and almost pulling at me. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
My lips crash to hers and we taste like champagne. When my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip, she opens, giving me access. She moans into me and I want to remember that sound—the way it hits me in my chest, how it makes my dick twitch. I tug her bottom lip, biting it a little, exactly the way I wanted to since I watched her do it.
I move my mouth to her jaw, kissing quickly until I’m at the column of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken underneath my lips. Playing with her, I lick and kiss, feeling her wiggle beneath me. Letting my tongue go further, I lick all the way down until I’m at her chest.
Sitting back a bit, I take her in: eyes closed and she almost pants as she licks her top lip. When she feels me stop, her eyes open and they’re deliciously wild.
“What are you comfortable with? Anything off limits?” I question, my erection pressing against my shorts when I sit back.
She props herself up on her elbows. “I have an IUD. Haven’t had a partner in longer than I’m willing to admit, so I’ve been tested and am safe.”
“I’ve not been with anyone either. I’m good for you, baby.”
Claire is a goddess when she pushes her bangs back with one hand, her cheeks already pink with excitement. Fuck, she looks so beautiful.
“If you don’t like something, tell me and I’ll stop. It’s that simple.”
“Simple.” She laughs to herself and falls back into the pillow.
I’m caging her body with mine, my lips a breath away from her tits. “Simple. Like, you said to kiss you. So, that’s what I’m going to do. Kiss you.” I lick her skin and then pepper kisses right where the fabric meets her fullness. “Here. And everywhere else.” I look up and catch her watching me.
Hooking a finger at the top of the cup, I pull, exposing more of her while her breathing picks up. She’s still watching me, and my eyes lock on hers as I take her nipple into my mouth. First I’m slow and careful, tasting her, feeling her skin respond beneath me. When I bite, she moans out ayesand then I’m alternating between light kisses, bites, and taunting her with my tongue.
Claire moves beneath me, her hips lifting when I’m touching her just right. My other hand dips into her top and rolls the other bud between my fingers.
“Harder,” she pleads.
“Yes, baby.” I use more pressure with my fingers, biting harder on the one I’ve been worshiping with my mouth. She lifts her head off the pillow before falling back, and I know she loves this. And I’m trying not to lose it thinking of her giving me direction.
