Page 76 of Wilder Puck
She shudders out a sigh, her nails raking down my back. “That. Ah, that does sound familiar, yes.”
I grin against her skin, nipping at the racing pulse just beneath her jaw. “I also promised to kiss you until you can't see straight, lick every inch of this gorgeous body until you're shaking.”
“Ryan.” It's more of a moan than a word, her thighs falling open in wordless invitation. I settle between them with a groan. My dick is hard against her.
“And then, once you're nice and desperate, once you're clawing at the sheets and begging for more.” I roll my hips, grinding against the heat of her. “I'm going to make love to you until you scream.”
She grabs my dick from the outside of my jeans and then she digs her hand inside, grabbing me bare. “I want you right now.”
And fuck, there's no force on Earth that could make me deny her. Not when she's stroking me so aggressively, ready for what comes next. She’s looking up at me with pleading eyes.
So, I kiss her until we're both dizzy, until I can't tell where she ends and I begin. And then I set about taking her apart, making good on every promise I've made her.
I peel her clothes from her body with my hands, worshipping every slope and valley, every constellation of freckles that maps her skin. I taste her everywhere, painting her with my tongue until she's a trembling, gasping mess.
And then, when she's teetering on the edge, I surge up and claim her mouth once more. I swallow her broken cries as I sink into her, filling her so full she arches like a drawn bow.
“I love you,” I rasp, my voice scraped raw with the force of it. “I love you, Addison.”
“I love you.” She sobs it into my skin, her nails scoring desperate trails down my back.
And then there's no more words, no more room for anything but sensation.
I collapse onto her after, my heart thundering against her own. She runs gentle fingers through my sweat-damp hair.
“So,” she says after a long moment. “This is––”
“Yeah.” I lift my head to grin at her, feeling punch-drunk and giddy.
She laughs, soft and wondering. “We're really doing this, aren't we? We're all in.”
I lean in. “We still haven’t done everything on my list.”
She smirks. “Now that I’m living with you, we have all the time to tenfold that list.”
I kiss her neck, resting my body against hers.
I’m the luckiest man alive.
Chapter 23
“You know that you don’t need to use that much soap on your hair, right?” I ask as we stand across each other in the shower. “Here, look.” I take the bottle of shampoo and pour a drop into my palm. “May I?”
He turns around. “Please do.”
I peek at his bare buns and then I lather the soap in his hair. “You don’t need that much.”
He holds up the puddle of shampoo in his hand. “What am I going to do with this now? I don’t want to waste it.”
“Put it in your hair then,” I chuckle as he scrubs it into his scalp.
“So, how much do you use for your hair?”
I grab my shampoo bottle and pour as much as he just had in his palm. “I have long hair, so I need it.”
He smiles, watching me lather it. “That smell is my favorite.”
“Oh, so you do like vanilla?” I tease.
