Page 85 of Dirty Pucker

“You got it.”

I bite my lip as I work up the nerve to ask him for one more thing.

“Could you also maybe pick up some tampons? I thought I had more in my bathroom, but I’m almost out and I forgot to grab some on my way home today.”

He doesn’t even blink. “Of course.”

“Seriously? You’re not bothered by that?”

“Why would I be bothered? I grew up with a single mom and a sister. Period stuff is standard for me.”

“So you were never embarrassed to buy pads and tampons?”

“I was when I was a teenager. But I’m twenty-nine. I’m over that. I can handle going to the store and buying period products.”

I’m actually swooning. I smile and kiss him.

He grabs my hand and walks me back to my couch. “Lie down and rest while I’m gone.”

Warmth pools in my chest as Del drapes a blanket over me and hands me the remote for my TV. He’s tucking me in, making sure I’m comfortable before he runs out and buys me tampons and every single snack I’m craving.

He starts to walk off, but I grab his hand. “Wait.” I sit up and grab my wallet from the coffee table. I dig out some cash and hand it to him, but he shakes his head.

“I’m not taking that.”

“Del, come on. You’re going out and getting all my snacks and food and tampons. I’m paying you.”

“No, you’re not.”

His voice is a soft growl, on the edge of bossy. My skin tingles. I like it when he’s a little bossy.

He pins me with his gaze. “I’m taking care of you.”

He gently pushes my hand away as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

He walks out the door and I fall back against the couch, grinning like a goofball, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.

“Oh my gosh.” I glance at my kitchen island, which is covered in two grocery bags’ worth of snacks and food. “You got everything on my list. And then some.”

I count three bags of salt and vinegar chips, three boxes of Little Debbie oatmeal cakes, organic beef jerky, three packages of gummy bears, gummy worms, sour candy, Earl Grey tea, and four pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.

Del grabs the ice cream and stores it in my freezer, then walks over to me and kisses my forehead. “I didn’t want you to run out of stuff. It sucks to leave the house when you’re not feeling well.”

I tilt my head up and kiss him on the lips. “You’re gonna get so lucky when I’m done with my period.”

Heat flashes in his eyes. “We don’t have to wait.”

I stare at him, stunned at what he just said.

He blinks and suddenly looks shy. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I didn’t mean to sound like I was pressuring you into sex when you’re not feeling good.”

His face reddens and he runs a hand through his hair. “I just mean that I’m good with period sex.” He pauses. “Wow. I sound like a freak.”

I cup his face, heartened at how cute he is. “Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to know you’d be up for that. No other guy I’ve been with was. My exes made it clear that even the thought of fooling around with me while I was on my period was disgusting.”

He frowns and brushes a lock of hair out of my face. “That’s messed up.”

I shrug. “I completely understand if someone isn’t into doing certain things in bed. But to make your partner feel gross or disgusting is kind of hurtful.”

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