Page 116 of Three Pucking Words
The pace.
Who’s in charge.
The electricity that fires between us.
One second, I’m taking lead, and the next I’m suddenly on my back on the floor with a six-foot-four professional hockey player settled between my legs.
“You have no idea,” he all but growls, “how much I want you. How much Ineedyou, Honor. None.”
But I do. Oh, do I ever. I canfeelhow much he needs me—how much he wants me. He’s growing against my leg as his hands trace the curves of my body as he splays me out on the thick rug underneath me.
“I think I have an idea,” I breathe out, watching as lust completely takes over his face.
It’s hot, knowing that I’m doing that to him.
His voice is gravelly this time. “I’m going to be honest with you. If I start something, I don’t think I can stop. That’s how badly I want this. But if you’re not ready, or you don’t want to—”
I arch up into him, so his hard length brushes against my core. “I want this,” I tell him with a shaky breath. “I want this, Bodhi. I’m not sure I’ve wanted anything more. I’ve thoughtabout this since the night at the bar, and a lot of nights when I was alone and sad and needing something that I wasn’t…that I couldn’t get anywhere else.”
The soft cuss from him sounds like a whispered prayer somehow, and his body reacts to my words in a way that I can feel. He cages me in, his mouth hovering above mine and the tips of our noses touching. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I plan on making sure you know how grateful I am every chance I can get.”
I lift my head to brush my lips against his. It’s chaste. Brief. But the gesture seems to soften him, easing his body into me until my arms slowly wrap around his neck the same way his body molds against mine.
“You should know something,” I say, barely recognizing my voice. “I haven’t done this a lot. I meant what I said about being inexperienced. So if there’s anything you like—”
“Baby,” he says against my lips, using his arms to prop himself up to look down at me. “It’s not just about me. You need to tell me what you like. What you don’t like. That’s important.”
I wet my lips. Then I feel embarrassed all over again. “What if I don’t know what I want?”
It doesn’t seem to deter him. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”
Does he have to be so perfect? “You said something…” I suck in a breath, unsure if I have the courage to say it. Toask himfor it. “It’s something I haven’t done yet.”
Interest peaks in his eyes. “What, honey?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, squirming under him and feeling his cock brush against my inner thigh. It sends fire shooting down my legs. “I’ve never had someone…” My eyes go to his mouth, and my face grows red as I clench my thighs together to alleviate the need between them.
His fingers comb through my hair. “Talk to me.”
I close my eyes, realizing I’m going to have to say it. Since when am I a prude? I may not be the most sexual person on the planet, but that doesn’t mean I’m opposed to…doing things.
God. I evensoundlike a prude.
“I’ve never had anyone…taste me the way you said you wanted to,” I admit, nibbling on my bottom lip.
The second he understands what I mean, I can feel him get harder. “Christ,” he whispers under his breath, kissing me again. It’s deep and sensual and doesn’t last nearly as long as I want it to. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby?”
An instant surge of arousal surges through my body and dampens my panties.Say it,a much more unabashed version of me beckons.
My fingers grip his shoulders, kneading the muscles there. “Yes.”
His eyes flash, and a hungry look fills his eyes as his hands drop to the hem of my jeans to undo the button. “You never have to ask me twice for that.”
Bodhi doesn’t hesitate to pop the button open and pull the zipper down before tugging the denim off my thighs. What normally takes me forever trying to get on takes him no time at all to strip off. It’s not a rushed moment, but one full of eagerness as his eyes find the plain cotton of my panties that I really wish I would have changed for something nicer.
He doesn’t seem to care, though. “I like these,” he says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underwear just above my seam.
I swear my heart threatens to burst. “I have cuter ones” is my only response, making him shake his head.
