Page 69 of Revenge Puck

“Don’t be.” My voice is rougher now. “Your cookies taste really fucking good.”

My palm finds her thigh again but instead of resting it there, I slide it over her leg.

Lean in.

Let the space between us shrink, inch by inch.Her hand comes to my chest, fingers splayed over my shirt like she needs something solid to brace against.

I hesitate before our mouths meet, to catch her eyes.

One breath.

Two.

Her lashes flutter.

Then our lips touch.

Her lips are warm and soft and full, pressing into mine tentatively, as if unsure how to go about it—learning. She tilts her head to the left, giving me even more access, and glides her hand to the nape of my neck, nails raking into my hair.

She exhales against me. It’s that small, shaky breath that deepens everything, and I slide my tongue in to taste the sugar.

Chocolate.

Goddamn, she’s sweet.

We kiss, tongues stroking leisurely and deliberate, and then she surprises me—her teeth catching my lower lip in a gentle nip before she soothes it with her tongue.

Jesus Christ…

A low sound rumbles out of my chest before I can stop it. My grip on her hip tightens, pulling her fully onto my lap without breaking the kiss. She straddles me easily, legs shifting to either side of mine, her weight settling over me like she’s been on top of me before.

She kisses me with more certainty now, less tentative. Her mouth opens for mine without hesitation, and I take my time tasting her.

The sugary sweetness.

My hands move from her hips up her back, palms skimming beneath the softness of her sweatshirt, moving up and down again.

When she shifts above me, I feel it everywhere.

“You’re killing me,” I murmur, pressing my mouth against the hollow of her neck, kissing the smooth column, trailing my lips to her ear and groaning.

My dick is hard, and I know she can feel it, too.

I pull back to look at her face: flushed, braid coming undone, eyes shining in the dim light. She already looks wrecked in the most beautiful way and, suddenly, I want to see what she looks like with her hair down around her shoulders.

“We can stay here,” I suggest quietly, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “Or… we can go somewhere more private.” And by private, I mean intimate.

Her eyes slide to the doorway. Teeth bite down on her bottom lip as she decides.

“Bedroom?” she says confidently.

I don’t hesitate—obviously, I fucking don’t.

I stand, hands sliding down to her thighs as I rise, lifting her with me in one smooth motion because that’s the kind of guy I am. Why have her walk when I can carry her?

She lets out a delighted gasp and instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, arms tightening around my shoulders.Like that night at her place.

I carry her out of the den, kissing her open-mouthed as we walk through the long hallway to the other side of my apartment, tasting the last of the chocolate off her tongue. She makes soft mewing sounds, sexy moans, and I have to tighten my grip to keep my composure, or I’ll press her against the wall.