Page 39 of Protector

“Come here,” Puck whispers, dragging me over to the bed and lying down, resting my head on his chest.

“Did you know he was sneaking out?” I ask, placing my hand on Puck’s stomach.

“Who?”

“King.”

“I had my suspicions, but I don’t know why.”

“I think it’s a girl. He met a girl here the day before my birthday. She came with Kennedy Harlow.”

Puck sits in silence, considering this.

“He has been on his phone a lot the past few weeks, so maybe.” He shrugs.

“Do you think he’s in love?” I ask quietly, moving my hand so it sits on Puck’s bare chest under his shirt. He doesn’t flinch, but I feel the heat from his skin warm my hand and travel across my whole body.

“I mean, it’s not been that long, but if he’s sneaking out to see her…” I wonder aloud.

“I loved you from the very first day. Time is just a concept. There’s no right or wrong measure of time to decide something if your heart or mind is telling you differently.”

My stomach flutters at Puck's words, and I wonder, for the millionth time, how I got so lucky.

Twisting my neck, I look up at him and press my lips onto his, gently at first, but once he reciprocates, I force the kiss deeper.

His tongue glides with mine, and my hand trails up his bare stomach, taking the shirt with me. I feel every ridge of muscle under my palm, and I squeeze my legs together when I feel that blistering heat in between them. The same heat I feel any time his tongue tangles with mine and I’m this close to him.

Without being able to hold off anymore, I launch myself forwards so I’m straddling him, leaning back to watch both hands now run up and down his hard stomach.

Puck lies still, letting me explore, but he twitches, and the bulge between his legs starts to grow against me when my fingers stroke over his nipple.

He doesn’t move or push me off, or tell me to stop. He lets my fingers explore whilst staying statue still, his hands resting on my hips, his chest rising and falling in slow, calculated breaths.

“Bonnie,” he says softly, and I sigh, knowing the rejection is coming. “I don’t know how much longer I can pretend to ignore the ache in my gut every time I stop you from touching me.”

I look up at him, a mixture of lust and confusion shining in my eyes, the same look reflected in his.

“What?” I whisper, leaning forwards so my face is hovering directly over his. But in one swift move, he flips us around so I’m lying comfortably on his pillows, and he hovers over me.

“I want you, Bonnie. In fact…” He takes a deep breath in, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I need you.”

I smile, blowing out a small breath of relief.

“I need you too.”

Puck dips lower, his lips brushing gently over mine, but not quite kissing me.

“But what if things change?” he questions innocently, and my heart cracks a little.

“There is nothing you could do or say to change the way I feel about you, Puck.”

And I mean every single word.

Puck finally closes the gap, kissing me passionately and fiercely, with all the love he has for me.

My hands travel up his back, pulling his top with it until it’s up and over his head. I’ve seen him shirtless loads of times before, but there’s something about this moment that feels so much more intimate and final.

Puck’s hand slides under my own shirt, and I shiver when his fingers trace over the underside of my boob and then finally over my nipple.

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