Page 81 of Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny

With a flick of my wrist, I undid her bra and then gave my all to making sure her breasts were evenly painted and fully covered. Occasionally, I smeared a little too much, courtesy of the drag of her fingers above the waistband of my jeans.

I groaned when she undid the button and unzipped them, offering the sweet relief my growing erection needed.

Stroking her tongue with mine, I pushed down her jeans, adding red stripes to the tops of her thighs. Then I added color to her inner thighs, teasing her for a moment before stepping back and examining her, as an artist would his masterpiece.

She was already perfect, so there was nothing to improve, but I hadn’t had my fill of painting her body yet, so I grabbed the yellow.

She switched to pink.

Her ass got yellow handprints.

My back got pink stripes.

Red and blue smeared as her breasts dragged against my chest.

Back and forth we went, until I could hardly stand anymore. I’d surpassed hard long ago, moving into rock solid with need territory. I pushed her back onto the hood of the car, glad it was less crumpled than the rest.

One slow inch at a time, I dragged down her silky panties, that final scrap of fabric she was wearing. When she extended a hand to help me up, I shook my head. I hooked her knees with my arm and tugged her closer, until my mouth was over her center.

Her thighs tightened around my head as I slowly licked up, my entire focus switching from painting to pleasure…

Chapter Forty-Seven

Lindsay

I gripped the edge of the car, my head spinning so fast I feared I’d melt into a puddle of a girl and slide right off the hood.

I knew Ryder would catch me, though.

Holy shit, the guy was good with his tongue. I drove my fingers into his hair, adding stripes of color to his dark strands. He held my gaze as he licked and teased, until the world spun out of focus and euphoria took hold of my body.

“Ryder…” Before I could add anything else, I came apart, his strong torso pinning me in place as he continued to draw out wave after wave of pleasure.

As soon as the sparks of light faded from my vision, I noticed he’d torn open a condom and was rolling it on. I lowered myself onto his lap, holding myself a mere inch higher than where I wanted to be. We were a colorful, glowing mess of perfection, and I wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

But then I slid all the way down, moaning as he filled me, and I decided I was rather fond of this moment, too. With a growl, he gripped my hips and moved with me, his eyes fixed on mine.

I leaned forward to kiss him, and the next thing I knew I was on my back, his large body pressing me to the floor. He twined his fingers with mine and pinned my hands on either side of my head.

I arched my hips, crying out as he thrust deeper inside me. The sex we’d had before was amazing, but this was whatever the step past amazing was. It was like rediscovering him and myself all at the same time. Complete acceptance, and now I knew that he loved me, and he knew that I loved him.

We drew it out as long as we could, but as soon as I tumbled over the edge, he followed right after me.

We fell to the ground, a tangle of brightly colored limbs, and he curled me to him. He ran his fingers down my arms, leaving traces of yellow. “I just thought of something…”

I turned to face him, snuggling into his warm chest.

“Since I’m willing to do anything to be with a beautiful, intelligent editor, I think that makes meyourpuck bunny—or whatever the equivalent is.” One corner of his mouth twisted up. “I’m your word bunny.”

I laughed. “I’m a bit worried that the paint wasn’t edible as it claimed—I think it’s making you spout nonsense.”

“Don’t be so sexist,” he teased, giving my shoulder a playful shove. “I’m doing the gender equality thing. And if the paint’s not safe for consumption, what a good way to go.” A glint hit his eyes as he leaned in and licked my neck, kissed my jaw, and settled his lips on mine. He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at me, the affection in his expression warming me from the inside out.

“I know I said it before…” Ryder dragged his fingertips across my collarbone. “But I just need to say it again. I don’t care about your past. I want your future.”

I’d recently flip-flopped on whether love made you strong or if it was a weakness, but in this moment, I knew it took more strength to take that leap of faith and give your all to making it work with the one you loved. It was worth the risk. It was worth everything to experience this high, this love, from this amazing guy.

I grabbed his hand, laced my fingers with his, and then pressed our entwined hands over my heart. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

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