Page 49 of Pucks and Coffee

My cock throbs in my slacks as I stare down at my little wife. Unable to control myself, I lean down, brushing my nose along hers, then her cheek, before pressing it to her ear. I don’t grip her, mainly because I don’t know if I’ll let her go. I’ve done really well at keeping my distance, only touching her when I need to make her come, and boy, do I take advantage of those times. I taste every inch of her neck, her ears, and shoulders, but I don’t let myself kiss her lips. Knowing she wants to drive me crazy has me hot all over and wanting to allow myself just a quick kiss. I inhale her sweet, floral scent, and against her ear, I whisper, “You succeeded. Now, put me out of my misery and kiss me.”

She huffs out a breath. “If you’re the one who wants a kiss, shouldn’t you kiss me?”

I kiss her earlobe before leaning back to meet her eyes. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I grin. “But I came all the way down to your level to make it easier for you. Shouldn’t you reward me?”

Her eyes flash first with heat and then with something I can’t determine. She leans in, her nose pressing into mine, her lips so damn close I’m aching for her. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, Coleson Katz. So if you want to kiss me, you better fucking do so.”

“I have?” I say, feigning innocence. But I know she sees right through me.

“You have, and it’s fine. I know what you’re doing, and I’ll play along for the time being. If you want my mouth, then it’s all on you—and, in my opinion, you should remind me how out of your goddamn mind I’m making you. Or maybe the looks from your teammates will provide me with that?”

Anger vibrates in my chest at the thought of anyone looking at her. I stay locked in her gaze as I murmur, “You’re dangerous, Wife.”

She takes me by my shirt collar and pulls me to her. “Kiss me, Coleson.”

Who am I kidding? A man of restraint, I am not.

CHAPTER 26

Eliza

Coleson Katz is driving me insane.

Not only does he teach me how to make a coffee one way and then make it a completely opposite way, but he has the audacity to get offended when I correct him. How in the world can he say he’s showing me how to run a business, when he explains the process but then announces he’s going to do things totally differently because it’s easier? How does that make sense? I don’t know, but this last week has been a lot.

He isn’t the same person around other people that he is when he’s with me. When it’s the two of us, he’s quick to smile or laugh, but once we’re downstairs or at the store, he’s colder than the ice he plays on. When I ask him about it, he acts like it’s not true. But it is. I know I’m not crazy. Though, he’s driving me closer to a straitjacket with each passing day! I can’t help but assume he hates living in Blitz. To me, it’s obvious, but I don’t know why. I feel it has something to do with his parents, but any time I ask, he changes the subject.

It’s completely bewildering.

That isn’t even the kicker of my week. My husband is an absolute fucking slob! I realize that he’s never lived with anyone, but how in the hell does he live with hair in the sink? God forbid he has practice, because afterward, he leaves his smelly socks all over the damn bathroom floor! And he has the gall to complain about doing dishes. The man is a walking mess, and my God, if it isn’t endearing. Every time I get on to him or start to clean, a guilty little smirk comes over his face, and he does it before I can.

And the cherry on top of this thing I call a marriage, he hasn’t fucked me senseless since the first time. He hasn’t even kissed me. Just a pat on my butt, and when he gets me off, per our agreement, he holds me from behind and rubs my clit until I come. It’s quick and efficient, and I’m losing my fucking mind. I want to feel his cock inside me, his mouth on my center, and his kisses drugging me. I want all of him, but he’s a quick little shit.

He makes an excuse faster than a teenager having to clean their room before they can go somewhere. I know what he’s doing, and his comment about my dress has pushed me over the edge. He’s trying to put distance between us, because he felt what I felt when he brought on pleasure I never even knew existed. He felt that this could be real, and it scared him soul-deep. Hell, it did me too, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to explore what could happen between us.

Especially when he looks at me like he is now. It hasn’t happened a lot over the week, but every so often, I catch him staring at me like he wants to devour me whole.

I’d let him with no hesitation.

Hell, it’s what I want.

I watch as his eyes lock on my lips, and I can see every thread of his restraint snapping. His jaw is tight, the vein in his neck pulsating, and Lord almighty, the lust in his eyes is sending pure heat between my legs. If I wait for him to kiss me, though, he won’t do it. It’s crazy that I know this after only a week, that I’ve learned so much about him. I adore every bit I learn. I just wish he’d tell me more. I yank on the collar of his blue shirt, bringing his lips closer to mine. I don’t kiss him, though; I give him the opportunity to pull away.

He won’t. I know he won’t.

Coleson’s breath hitches for only two seconds, but then he’s more eager than I’ve ever seen him, except when he tries to score a goal. His lips descend, and the moment they press to mine, I moan against his mouth. He smiles, and I want to kick the smug bastard. That thought is gone once his tongue runs along the seam of my lips. I open for him, and then our tongues are in an all-out war. I match him stroke for stroke. I clutch his shirt as he gathers the fabric of my dress at my back. I feel him hard against my stomach, and I gently rub myself against him so he knows I want him just as badly.

If not more.

That’s when he breaks this kiss.

With a chuckle that does nothing to calm me down, he squeezes my hips as I meet his gaze. “Now, now, Wife, don’t give me that look. We’re already going to be late.”

“Likely excuse,” I say, stepping away from him. “Let’s go.”

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