Page 94 of First Puck

“Have you figured out why?” I whispered, scarcely believing it. I couldn’t even look at him.

We were so close, we were almost there, and I was still avoiding it, just so I could be with him like this.

But he fell back into me instead of answering. His kiss became fiercer, his moans louder, and I moved my hand so he could press his chest to mine.

He completely pinned me under him, and I softened to it, accepting my fate.

I was never going to stop loving him.

His hands left my shoulders, burying into my hair, and the scratch of his nails on my scalp sent shivers scattering through me as he tilted my head back to deepen his kiss.

His tongue creased mine, and I moved with him. I couldn’t resist, not when he was turning me on so much. His dry lips, his strong tongue, the way he explored my mouth like it was the first time he’d tasted me.

“Hey, man, do something with your hands. I want to feel you stroking me.”

I choked in surprise. I’d been so absorbed by him that I’d just lay there and let him make all the moves.

I assumed he was going to go right to the ‘sex’ part of taking my virginity. But when I lifted my hands to his back, he sighed happily and flew straight back into kissing me.

When I lifted a knee, his hips slotted even more comfortably over mine. I didn’t just want to stroke his back, I wanted every inch of him, everywhere, to make sure I hadn’t missed a single piece. Because I didn’t know if he was just acting out because we’d argued, or if this really meant something to him.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you,” he said, gasping as he pulled back to look at me. He ran his nose up my cheek, his lips landing on my forehead. “I don’t want anyone kissing you.” He trailed his lips over my cheeks, so tender it was painful. “I don’t want anyone smiling at you or talking to you. I don’t even want anyone looking at you.”

There was only so much I could do to convince myself he was just Brad being Brad.

“Fine,” I said, turning and pressing my cheek against the pillow, every place he touched tingling. “But do you feel anything else?” I was actually pouting, which was even more embarrassing than a sudden outburst. But I knew I was going to go through with it now. I really was going to tell him. I was just stalling.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I do.” One of his hands dropped from my hair, gently clutching my chin, making me look at him.

He captured me with his stare, and I really did try to fight it—about as much as I tried to miss every shot I took during a game.

All those conversations in my head, all those different fantasies. This had been one at the top of my list. Brad, holding me, urging me on, showing me how he wanted me.

I just had to steer him in the right direction.

The only sounds in my room were my ticking clock, the breeze whooshing past my window, and my blood roaring as Brad slowly licked his wet lips.

“I need to hear it, Brad,” I said softly, the tremor in my voice creeping through. “I need to hear what else you feel.”

He took a hesitant swallow, his eyes darting around the room as if someone was watching us.

His fingers dug in tighter as he took a breath, and I really thought he was going to come straight out with it. I didn’t actually know if he felt the same, but the buildup was so stretched it had to be something huge.

“I should be the only one doing that to you,” he said, shuffling closer.

I let out a quiet exhale, trying as much as possible to calm myself.

He curved his body to mine, worrying his lip with his teeth as he looked at me hopefully.

“Because?” I asked, edging him on. It was so rare for him to not say exactly what was on his mind that his hesitation was driving me insane.

“Because I…” He scrunched his nose. “Alex, I—”

I really didn’t know how I’d fallen in love with such an idiot. Or maybe Brad was cursed to be loved by an idiot like me.

It was like pulling a rubber band that refused to snap.

I grabbed his neck, yanking him back to me, swallowing his small yelp of surprise as I hungrily kissed him.

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