Page 89 of Pucked Up

He stared at me, his gaze like a touch as he ran it up and down my body. “You’re so…” I held my breath, waiting. “Beautiful. I never let myself picture the person I was going to spend my life with. I was too afraid because hope is so dangerous.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is. Sometimes,” he added, like a concession. He pressed his hands to the mattress and lifted his hips. “Take my boxers off.”

I did—a quick, sweeping motion to drag them over the curve of his ass and down his thighs. They caught on the pillows, so I lifted one leg at a time, and with a kiss to the top of each foot, I had them gone, joining the pile of our clothes on the floor.

His skin was warm against mine as he rolled into me. His legs, stiffer than usual and spasming slightly, shoved between mine, and I squeezed them tight.

“Fuck. Just like that,” he murmured. He nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck as his hands cupped my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Love when you pin me down. My body never lets me be still, but with you it’s perfect.You’reperfect.”

He trailed off again, so I kissed him soundly as my free hand drew down between us. I tugged my half-hard dick up against my stomach, then pressed his against it before taking him by the hips and using my strength to rub him against me.

“Oh God. Oh God.” His voice was thready and soft. “Like that. Can you—will you?—”

“Yes. Anything.” I began to rock my own hips, using my hands to keep his rhythm the same as mine. His body began to heat, and he began to squirm. I could feel his dick throbbing, thickening, a stream of precome dribbling from the tip.

It was so wet between us, and I felt a warmth in me that I didn’t recognize for a moment. Until I did. Fuck. I was going to come—a different sort of orgasm, encompassing my entire body. My dick was still flagging, but everything else in me was so damned turned on.

“Kiss me. I need your mouth, my love,” I rambled.

His hands dug hard into my sides as his lips found mine. He bit at my mouth and thrust his tongue inside, and as he began to shudder and groan and release, I found mine. It hit me like a wave, my entire body going hot and tingly all over. My dick throbbed a little, my balls clenching, but the pleasure was from head to toe.

I kissed him harder, shuddering through it as I lost myself to him.

And God help me—God help the both of us—because I never wanted to be found.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

HUGO

We slept.I wasn’t sure either of us meant to, but as our kisses gentled and the sensations began to fade, darkness crept in. The last thing I remembered was his arms going around me and him muttering something about needing to clean up.

I knew I should have gotten up to help—that I’d regret it in the morning if I didn’t—but before I could form a coherent thought, I was out.

I woke to Boden trying to peel himself away from my stomach. Soft pinpricks of pain from pulled hair dragged me to consciousness, and I groaned before reaching between us and using my nails to scrape the dried streaks of come away.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“Mm, s’fine.” I got us detached and managed to open my eyes just enough to see the grimace on his face and the stream of sunlight coming from the window behind him. It lit up his wild hair like a halo,and I couldn’t help a tiny smile as I stroked my fingers through it. “Good morning.”

“Your morning voice is very nice,” he said. “I can hear it really well even without my hearing aids.”

My smile widened as I pinched his chin with my thumb and forefinger. “You are so beautiful. Unless you’re trying to escape.”

“Would I be ugly then?”

I laughed. “No. Not possible. But I would be too hurt to compliment you.”

Rolling his eyes, he dipped down and smudged a kiss over my jaw. “I have to piss, and it’s going to take me a minute to crawl to the bathroom because my legs are not going to work well today. Please don’t watch.”

I covered my eyes, and he scoffed, smacking me on the chest.

“Just…I want to stay sexy for a little while,” he said when I dropped my hand.

“You are sexy. And I think you should know by now crawling does not turn me off.”

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