Page 76 of Daddy Issues

“I’ve never fucked a damn one of them.” He looked at me, eyes wide, like I’d just accused him of licking a toilet seat.

“Seriously?” The surprise in my voice made him laugh.

I loved that sound and the way his cheeks crinkled just above his beard line when he did. Even in the pale lamp light, his delight was obvious.

“Dead. That’s inviting some trouble I don’t want.”

“So you haven’t screwed around with anyone since Jessica?”

He gripped my ass with both hands now, moving me so that my bare crotch was pressed against him fully. “That’s not what I said, just notthem.”

“Oh.” I dropped my hands to his shoulders and studied him. I might have fantasized about Puck, but never in a million years did I imagine we’d ever end up here like this. Thinking about his body count left me antsy, unsure of myself. “Anyone I need to be on the look out for? What about those snooty bitches at Eli’s school? I see the way they look at me, I bet—”

“Kenna.”

“Yes?” I blinked at him and bit back the slew of questions about who he’d been with. Hell, as confident as I played it, mybody count stood at three. One of which I wished I could forget about.

“Nobody you would know or I’d remember and it’s been a long ass time.”

The little thread of panic in my chest evaporated. I remembered when he was with Jessica and I’d seen her a few times since. But I’d never felt jealous…mostly just sad. The idea of anyone else, however, left me itchy in a way I didn’t like.

I reached behind him and tugged his hair down. It hung just about to his shoulders and I ran my hands through it. I half expected him to smack my hands away. When he didn’t, I twirled some of it around my fingers. “We only have sex with each other. Check.”

He leaned in, nuzzling the side of my neck. “It’s more than that. I’m not saying I want to throw all my shit on you, but this is more than just sex for me.”

“Yeah.” And that was damn scary. So much so, thinking about it made me woozy. I needed to change the subject, to lighten the mood. Dosomething.

“What if I just flirt with someone else?”

He leaned back with a scowl.

“Would you spank me?” I pouted my bottom lip and wiggled my ass in his hands.

“Yeah, something like that.” There was a flash of that possessive darkness in his eyes that I’d seen glimpses of every so often.

I kissed him then, slowly at first. Then his lips parted, and I dove in, letting my tongue dance with his, tasting that heady mix of lust and desire. With a tilt of my head, he took control, suckling on my tongue. He kneaded my ass, squeezing and releasing in time with the thrusts of his tongue in my mouth.

And just like that, I forgot about all the important things he’d been saying. It didn’t matter than we’d just had sex, I wantedhim like we hadn’t touched in weeks. The man made my head spin.

I loved it.

His hips moved beneath me, his erection obvious through the rough denim that brushed across my bare pussy. I hadn’t bothered with panties, a fact he exploited as one hand slipped down past my ass and stroked me.

A gasp ripped my lips from his. “Oh.”

With his other hand, he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it, then spun so that I was on my back on the bed. He kissed his way down my throat, to the small valley between my breasts, and lower. His tongue traced my belly button before he left me long enough to shed his boots and clothes.

When he came back to me, he kissed me again, this time with all the heat I could have begged for.

His kiss was torment, the sort of kiss that left me memorizing his tongue against mine and the way he nipped my bottom lip as he broke the kiss. He bent my knees up and pushed my legs wide apart until my muscles strained. I was exposed completely when he looked down at me…all of me.

“Kenna, you’re fucking beautiful.” Then he climbed between my legs, his large body above me blocking out the light from the window. I ran my hands up the muscled arms that bracketed either side of my head, then down his broad chest. I’d never felt so small and safe all at the same time.

I was wet, had been from the moment he pushed me back against the bed. Puck knew my kinks, knew the things I liked.

But this was something different. His deliberate slide inside me was slow and sensual. My pussy clamped around every delicious inch of his cock. I memorized how full he made me feel, how tight he fit.

The muscles of his chest jumped as I stroked down to his hips.

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