Page 250 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

Her smile spreads slowly, and it’s the most incredible sight.

“Come here,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and tugging her closer.

“I said no sex,” she blurts a second before my lips brush hers.

“Contrary to popular belief, I can be a good boy.”

“Is that right?”

“You know it is,” I say before diving into our kiss.

It lasts longer and is way filthier than any kiss should be under her parents’ roof, but I can’t help myself.

“We need to stop,” I finally say, pulling back and staring at her.

At some point during that kiss, we crashed back against the bed.

Her eyes are dark with hunger, and her lips are swollen from my kiss.

She looks incredible.

“I could shut the door and we could be really quiet,” she suggests with a naughty glint in her eye.

“You were the one telling me we’re not having sex.”

“I know. But that was before.”

“Before what?” I taunt.

“Before you reminded me of just how good you make me feel. I think I’m a little bit addicted to you.”

“Well, I’m a lot addicted to you. I was back then, and I still am now,” I say, shooting a glance at the scrapbook that’s been kicked to the end of the bed.

“Only a few hours before we can head back to the hotel.” She sighs impatiently.

“You really are horny, huh?”

The smile she gives me is full of wicked intent, but before she can taunt me into something we really, really shouldn’t be doing, there are thundering footsteps on the stairs.

A second later, the door is pushed wider and a head pokes around it.

“It’s okay,” Garrett bellows. “They’re not having sex.”

“Oh my god, Garrett,” Sienna squeals.

“What? Mom and Dad were convinced you’d disappeared to get it on. Mom’s words, not mine.”

“Fucking hell,” Sienna mutters as she pushes up until she’s sitting and I reluctantly follow.

“Dad is opening that game Mom bought him. You guys in?” he asks, loitering at the door.

“Sounds good. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Perfect. I’ll get drinks. Beer?” he asks, looking at me.

“Thanks, man. Appreciate it.”

He disappears, and no sooner do his footsteps fill the air again than Sienna drops her head into her hands and groans.