Page 79 of The Puckable Playbook

He pulls me toward him, his hand trailing down my spine until it cruises past my hips and over my ass where he takes a handful. “The opposite.”

I move into him, the hard outline of his cock on my hip urging me closer. “How do we do this? We live together. I don’t want to go too fast.”

“We take it day by day, sweetie. Tonight, though, I’m sleeping in your bed. I’m going to hold you and tell you that you can do whatever you want after you graduate. Then tomorrow, we can make a plan.”

“I like plans.”

“I know.”

“You’re okay with that?”

He kisses my forehead. “I want you to be comfortable. I’m just not giving you a choice for tonight because I’m selfish.” Hepats my ass. “Now, go pull your cute pajamas on, and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked my ass. He squeezes it again, and a rush of heat flares between my thighs.

There’s not a chance we’re not having sex tonight, right?

I need to brush my teeth. I need to see what panties I’m wearing. I need to—

When I get out of my head, Zaiah’s already in his room, so I sprint toward mine. I brush my teeth first because if all else fails, that’s the most important. While I change into my pj’s, I check my panties and decide to go with a different pair, but instead of changing right into them, I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up.

Jumping inside, I execute the quickest wash of my life, then a record-breaking towel-off session before I pull on the new panties. I realize my pajamas are in my room, so I walk straight to the dresser in my underwear to rifle through my drawers.

“Did you take a shower, sweetie?”

I jump, letting out a scream. I turn to find Zaiah spread out on my bed, smirking.

Oh my God, I totally walked in nearly naked. I flashed him.

I do everything in my power not to cover up.

He presses his lips together to keep from laughing.

“My pajamas are in here,” I mutter.

This time, he lets the laugh out. “Do you think I mind the full frontal? I’m tempted to ask you to come to bed like that…” His gaze drops to my breasts, taking his fill until he finally looks up again. He must see something in my face because he says, “Get dressed and come here.”

With my back turned, I tug on my pajamas, opting for a tank top and shorts with monkeys all over them. My body flushes with heat, and I take a deep breath before spinning toward him again.

“Those are cute. I especially like the way I can see your nipples poking through.”

My hands fly to my chest and I peer down, worried there’s a hole in my tank, but that’s not it at all. I’m nipping, and the tank is so thin you can see it.

“Get over here,” Zaiah demands.

I walk his way, kneeling on the other side of the bed. He pulls me the rest of the way to him, settling me on my side with his arm around my shoulders. When he talks, his breath fans over my lips. “I put in a movie. Hope that’s okay. It’s one of my favorites.”

“You’re not the type of guy that hogs the remote, are you?”

“I doubt I’ll even pay attention to it.”

He hits play, and I peek over to see he’s startedThe Mighty Ducks.My mouth drops. “I love this movie. Pretty sure I wore my copy out as a kid.”

“I had a feeling.”

“Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, Mr. Ducksworth!” I say, imitating a line in the movie.

He grins, eyes shining.

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