Page 59 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“Thank you for sharing that with me. Should I tell the guys as well?”

“That would be appreciated.”

“Good.”

And then he leans close and sets a sweet peck on my lips. It ends as suddenly as it began, but he lingers within inches.

The surprise of the kiss knocks me so off-kilter that the last of the ire tumbles aside.

“What was that for?”

“I appreciate you opening up to me. And we need to practice, right?”

“A peck isn’t going to convince anyone.”

He grins. “You know what? You’re right.”

Vin wraps an arm around my waist and squeezes me tight against him. Steady fingers lift my face to meet his eyes.

His lips graze over mine in a teasing brush.

“My omega deserves so much more than simple kisses. She deserves the very beat of my heart. The breath in my lungs. My omega knows I’ll give her every part of me.”

And then he kisses me for real.

It’s not some hesitant peck.

There’s no restraint.

Vin cups my jaw and braces my body against his while his mouth falls on mine.

The pressure is steady and sure, and his delicious walnut mingles with the grounded, earthy scent still clinging to him.

Explosive bursts of nervous excitement bombard my system. His tongue tests my lips, and I open my mouth to invite him in.

He maneuvers my jaw perfectly, his hands on me directing me to brace the full length of my body against him.

The practice kiss lasts entirely too long, but neither of us withdraw.

I fist his shirt and he growls softly.

By the time we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. Half-lidded eyes focus entirely on me.

“How was that?” he murmurs.

“Do that in public and no one will question that we’re dating.”

He grins again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of Bobby Vinson peering down at me with that pleased expression.

He leans close yet again to graze his lips over mine. When he speaks, it’s like he’s trying to put the words into my mouth to convince me it was my own idea.

“Let’s crash on the couch until the cookies are ready. We can practice some more.”

I’d like nothing else.

Chapter Ten

With the cookies safely in the preheated oven and my “reality” pics taken, Vin and I lounge in the living room while skipping around channels. I’m lost in thought about what to do with my career.

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