Page 13 of Pucks and Books
Her lips quirk, hiding her smile. I want to see it. Just as much as I want to have my next breath. “I have.”
“Lucky,” I say, taking the one she got me out of the bag. “Because they only had one left when I tried to order two, and I wanted to get it for you.”
Her eyes widen, and then she holds it out to me. “Take a bite.”
I am fully aware that I have my own muffin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t lean forward and take a nice chunk out of hers. I nod as I chew, the sweetness of the orange making the bitterness of the pomegranate shine. This may be my new favorite muffin, and that may have everything to do with her. I flash her a small smile. “Now that’s good.”
“Yeah, this view is good too,” she says, her eyes falling a bit in a sexy, hooded look. She hasn’t moved her hand back, still holding the muffin for me, and I know I’m pushing the limits here, but I don’t care. I want her to eat from my fingers. I lean in again, taking another chunk and nipping her pinkie. Her breath catches, and heat shoots right to my cock.
Oh, I like that noise. I like that a lot.
Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip, and I lean forward, taking the rest of the muffin into my mouth, but this time nipping her thumb. She doesn’t pull away, and I hold the digit between my teeth as our eyes stay focused on each other. Her chest is rising and falling in cadence with how hard my chest is pounding. She’s wearing a long-sleeved crop top that strains against her chest with each breath she takes. Her legs are tucked neatly behind her, her thighs on full display because of how short her skirt is. She reminds me of a naughty librarian, and all the dirty thoughts going through my mind are downright smutty.
Which works since I’m sitting in the middle of a smutty bookstore.
I let go of her thumb and swallow the bite that has practically melted in my mouth. She drops her hand to her lap as heat and desire swirl with all those colors that make up her gaze, which stays trained on me.
I reach into my bag and pull out the muffin, but as I raise it up to her, she brings her hand to my wrist to push it down. “I don’t want that.”
“No?”
“No.”
Our eyes are locked in a heated embrace I’ve never felt before. Every inch of my body is totally aware of the girl in front of me, and I want to lose myself in her. My voice is low and full of sex as I ask, “What do you want?”
With her other hand, she takes hold of my shirt and yanks me to her. Our noses collide, and I’m stunned as my eyes search hers. I wasn’t expecting her to do this, and I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to whisper against my lips, “You.”
I move first, taking her mouth with urgency. I drop the muffin, clutching her thigh as I snake my other hand around her waist to pull her closer. She rises willingly to her knees, her chest pressing into mine as our lips move together. I take her by the back of the thigh and squeeze, loving how she feels like heaven in my hand. She runs her tongue along my bottom lip, and I groan deep in my chest before opening my mouth for hers. Our tongues meet, just a small bit, but then we’re kissing so deeply, so roughly, I feel it all in my chest. I’m breathless when she pulls back, only enough space for us to breathe as my eyes flutter open to meet hers.
“What are we doing?”
I chuckle against her lips, squeezing her thigh as her mouth grazes mine. Sweet little kisses and nips that have me burning from root to tip. “I think the kids call it making out.”
Her laugh is soft, while her eyes are wild. Her lips are so soft, glossy, and I love how her thigh feels in my hand. “We don’t know each other.”
“I know you taste fucking good.”
Her breath catches before she admits, “I don’t want to stop.”
The color that fills her face is so damn beautiful. “Trust, love. I don’t intend to.”
Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I can stop.
Ever.
CHAPTER 9
Louisa
I may say I’m a deranged whore, but I’ve never done anything like this.
Not that I’m complaining or even judging myself because, holy shit, this dude can kiss, but I’ve never kissed a guy without knowing his name. I am the queen of swiping right, but even then, I make sure I’m interested in the guy. I don’t know a thing about this guy except that my panties are drenched and if he doesn’t stop grazing my thigh with his thumb and move it up, I may combust from within. Jesus have mercy, who is this man?
His lips feel just as full as they look. They cushion mine as he assaults my mouth with his tongue. He isn’t sweet—no, he’s rough and takes what he wants from me. I have no issue giving him what he wants because I want it just as bad.
I want more.
I start to close the distance as he circles his other hand around me, holding my hip tightly as our kiss becomes more desperate, more wanton. Just as I go to straddle his lap, needing him close, needing to feel his body against mine, the bell over the front door sounds. Our mouths stop and our eyes open, meeting each other’s surprised gaze. We’re both breathing hard, and I don’t want to stop, but damn it, I have to.