Page 19 of Pucks and Books

She draws circles along my nipple with one of her fingers as she moves her other hand through the hair on my stomach. I’m still deep inside her, going soft, but I have no desire to separate yet. I love how I feel inside her. I love how her body squeezes me and how warm and tight she is. I knew I was attracted to her, but nothing could have prepared me for what I’m feeling now. I did so well, keeping my distance, but all it took was a muffin.

And here I am.

It was a damn good muffin. And everything we just did? Well, it was even better than the muffin.

Which adds to my predicament.

Usually after I hook up, I’m out the door before my heart slows down and my cock grows too soft, but as my heart rate begins its descent and my breathing returns to normal, I don’t want to leave. I want rounds two, three—hell eight and nine, if possible. I want all of her. Each cry, each moan, and every drop of her pleasure.

I know that should be enough to get me out the door, but I cuddle closer, kissing her jaw before nuzzling her neck. I love how she smells, the rose scent just as pretty as she is. Her skin is so soft, so beautiful, and the thought of her getting dressed makes my stomach hurt. I’m not done with her, and while that’s a huge issue, it’s not an issue I want to address or deal with.

I run my tongue down her throat, to her shoulder, and then back up. She arches into me, and I bring her closer, sucking gently on her neck. I’m rewarded with a sweet little moan that tickles my gut in the most satisfying way. I want to hear it again. I repeat the motion, and once more, she leans into my mouth, wanting what I’m offering.

“I don’t usually jump a guy like I did you,” I hear her say, and I chuckle.

“I thought I did the jumping,” I say against her heated skin. “Or rather, we jumped each other.” I place a kiss and then lean back to look down into her face. Her gaze is darker, the brown of her hazel eyes on display. “I’m not judging, Lou. I want you just as bad.”

Want, not wanted…

She chews on her bottom lip. “I just didn’t want you to think I’m a whore, especially after that idiot running out of here on Tuesday. He didn’t even get me off, and there was no sex. He literally came on my back when he was eating me out. Badly.”

I blink, surprised by the rage that burns within. I want to know why he came on her back while eating her, but then I get it. I almost blew my load too; her pussy is fucking magical. But the real question I need to ask myself is, why do I care who comes on her? This is a one-time thing. She can do what she wants. But that whole line of thinking goes to shit when she blushes so sweetly, my teeth hurt.

She chances a glance at me and whispers, “Sorry, I’m nervous, and I tend to overshare when I’m nervous.”

“Whatever do you have to be nervous about?” She doesn’t answer, but I can tell she needs my reassurance. I don’t know why I want to give it to her, or even why she thinks she needs it. She doesn’t even have to explain herself. As long as she’s not fucking him anymore, I don’t give a damn.

Wow. I really just thought that. Yup, I’m in deep shit.

I swallow hard, knowing I need to disentangle myself from this gorgeous siren, but instead, I move her hair out of her eyes, unable not to touch her. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“I wanted to,” she admits, licking her bottom lip. “Just so you know I’m not out here sleeping around with everyone. I’m actually picky?—”

“Louisa.” She presses her lips together, and I kiss them. She melts into the kiss, and I cuddle her closer. Against her lips, I whisper, “I don’t care about anyone before me.”

And I just said that out loud. It’s as if I’ve lived by the rules I made since my ex, and here I am ignoring every single one because of…what? Fantastic fucking sex? I need to get out of here. Now. But I don’t move, and I know it’s not because of the fantastic fucking sex. It’s because of Louisa. I’ve been intrigued by her since the moment I saw the sign for Dirty Pages. And when I saw her, fuck me, I wanted her.

And now…

Gone are my thoughts when her lashes kiss her cheeks before she cups my jaw. I’m completely distracted by her as her eyes burn into mine. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. “I think pomegranate-orange muffins are my new favorite.”

I grin. “Me too.” I kiss her nose then the side of her lips before squeezing a chunk of her ass. She giggles as I murmur against her heated skin, “You are so beautiful.”

Her lips curve. “I don’t know why, but I believe you believe that.”

“You don’t?” That surprises me. Surely she knows how gorgeous she is.

“I mean, I do. But it’s different when you say it.”

“I’m only speaking the truth.” I move my nose against hers. “You’re beautiful, Lou.”

“I obviously like the way you look.”

I knew that before she even said it. When her gaze landed on me the other day, it was heavy with want, and I felt as if she was looking inside me. Deep inside. Even now, I feel it everywhere. “So far, we are both fans of muffins and we like the way the other looks.”

She snorts, rubbing her chest into mine. “And the sex is explosive.”

“Oh yes. How could I forget that?” I tease huskily.

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