Page 29 of Puck Sweat Love

The scent of her—that vanilla and clove mixture I can’t get enough of—intensifies as I sit up, bringing my face level with hers as she shifts to kneel at the side of my mat.

She squeezes my bicep. “How are you feeling?”

How am I feeling?

I feel like every time her fingers make contact with my skin, I’m a battery connecting to the grid. And right now, that battery is fully charged.

Against my will, my gaze drops to her mouth. I can’t help it. Just like I can’t help remembering how soft her lips were against mine, how sweet she tasted, how much I loved hearing that little sigh as she opened for me, letting me in. I’ve been on edge since Friday night, my body humming with a longing I haven’t felt in years.

And now, suddenly, it’s all on the surface.

Maybe it’s the fact that the session is almost over, maybe it’s all the deep breathing and that “yoga voice” of hers that drives me crazy, but the tension is quickly becoming unbearable.

The room feels warmer than it did a few seconds ago, charged with an energy that has everything to do with the woman leaning closer as she whispers, “Tank? Are you okay?”

“No,” I murmur, my voice husky. “I’m not okay. I’m a bad yoga student.”

She blinks in surprise. “What? No, you’re not. You’re doing great.”

“Is it great that I can’t stop thinking about kissing you?” I ask.

Her cheeks flush as her gaze locks with mine. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm. Her braids are pulled back in a high ponytail again, accentuating the elegant line of her neck, and I want to kiss my way down her throat more than I want my next breath.

“We can’t skip savasana,” she says, in a voice that is pure temptation, and I’m so damned close to giving in. “It’s the most beneficial pose.”

“I can think of other beneficial poses,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into my lap.

Her breath rushes out in surprise as she braces her hands on my chest. “Tank,” she says. “We shouldn’t.”

“Then tell me to stop,” I whisper as I curl my hand around the back of her neck, letting my thumb trace up and down the velvet skin I’m dying to kiss. “I’ll stop. Just say the word.”

She exhales a soft moan that nearly undoes me, even before she breathes, “I don’t want you to stop.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I pull her down with me, cradling her against my chest as our mouths collide—hot, desperate, and hungry. Her curves press against me, making me groan as her hips grind against mine, her heat branding me through the thin barrier of our clothes.

The kiss is molten, all the tension that’s been building between us unleashed in a clash of tongues and teeth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to send a deliciousshiver down my spine. I nip at her bottom lip, swallowing the breathy moan she gives in response.

“This is unprofessional,” she whispers against my mouth, even as she rocks against me, making my dick throb.

“Do you want to stop?” The way she’s moving on me tells me the answer, but I need to hear her say it.

Her eyes flash. “No. God, no.”

I kiss her again, claiming her lips with an intensity that shocks me a little. It’s been so long since a woman made me feel like this, so desperate, so starved for her taste, her touch. My hands skim down her sides, memorizing every dip and curve before slipping beneath the hem of her tank top. The bare skin beneath my fingertips is warm and smooth, and she shivers as I trace the arch of her spine.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. When I bite gently at her earlobe, she gasps.

I roll us over, pinning her beneath me on the thin mat. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she wraps a leg around my waist, drawing me even closer, until there’s nothing stopping me from being inside her but two thin layers of sweat-dampened fabric.

“Again, we can stop any time,” I rasp, bracing myself above her.

Her voice is breathy, needy, “Don’t you dare.”

I drag my palm up her ribs, cupping her breast through the cotton of her top. She arches into my touch, her nipple hardening beneath my thumb as I tease her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her breath hitches with a whimper that makes my cock strain painfully against my shorts.

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