Page 190 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“It’s not—” I raise my brows, and she cuts herself off.

“It might not officially be your birthday, but we’re having a do-over. How’s it going so far?” I ask, slowly walking toward her.

“Incredible,” she whispers as I take her hands in mine and tug her until we collide.

“Good,” I breathe, staring down into her eyes. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth.

“It’s a travesty that no one has done it before, but I’m so fucking grateful that I’m the one who gets to do it. Fuck,” I groan, leaning closer and breathing her in. “You smell insane.”

She throws her arms around my neck and fully leans into me.

“I don’t know what you did to get us into that place today, but it was amazing, thank you. Although I think this surprise is my favorite.”

“Oh yeah?”

Her eyes bounce between mine, searching for something. Whatever it is, I really hope she finds it.

“Kiss me,” she demands.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

My lips brush against hers in the sweetest of kisses, but as nice as it might be, she soon lets me know that it isn’t enough. Her fingers twist in the hair at the nape of my neck, and she drags me closer.

Sliding my hands over the dip of her waist, and then the swell of her hips, I grip the back of her thighs and lift her from the ground, carrying her to the couch.

I drop to my ass with her thighs straddling my waist and deepen the kiss.

Our hands are everywhere, and I can’t get enough.

One night away from her is too much.

I tug at the zipper running down the front of her hoodie, and she helps me out by pulling it from her arms and letting it drop to the floor. Our kiss doesn’t falter as I slide my hands beneath her T-shirt and drag it up, desperate for more of her.

“Oh,” I gasp when I find her naked breasts.

“Couldn’t be bothered with a bra,” she whispers into our kiss.

“I am more than okay with that,” I say as I pinch her nipples, making her grind down on me. “Are you wearing panties?”

I feel her smile as she slides her cheek across mine, her lips going to my throat.

“You’ll have to find out,” she teases as she gathers up the fabric of my own T-shirt and drags it up my body. “Better, but not enough.”

Shimmying from my lap, she stands at the edge of the couch and reaches for my waistband.

“Naked,” she demands. “Now.”

“I considered waiting for you naked,” I admit.

“Next time, do it.”

“Okay,” I breathe as the fabric of both my sweats and boxers is dragged down my legs and abandoned on the floor.

Her leggings and thong go next, but before I get a chance to appreciate the goddess before me, she sinks to her knees and wraps her fingers around my shaft.

“Oh, fuck. Hails. It’s…it’s your birthday. You’re meant to be the one⁠—”