Page 50 of One Good Puck
Her gaze skims my forehead. “No cut. Just a little red.” She focuses on my eyes and laughs. “God, we’re a mess tonight.”
I let out a chuckle. “We really are.”
She reaches up and rubs my forehead, leaning closer to me. Our faces are just a few inches apart now.
I stop laughing instantly, too distracted by how good her touch feels. My skin is tingly and hot all at once.
“That feel better?” she asks, her voice soft and raspy.
I nod. We stay like that for what feels like a minute, staring at each other, saying nothing, only the sound of our breath filling the silence.
Her chest rises as she breathes harder. Her gaze drops to my mouth, and my skin goes hot.
“Gavin,” she says in a soft rasp. Fuck. I like it when she says my name like that, all breathless and pleading. Does she sound like this in bed? When she’s naked and writhing and overloaded with pleasure?
My mind takes a filthy turn. I imagine her underneath me, skin hot and flushed, her body trembling, her eyes big and hazy just like they are now…
Abby runs her candy-pink tongue along the seam of her lush lips. My knees buckle and my mouth waters, aching to taste her…
And my dick…
My dick is currently twitching in my pants.
She glides her hand from my forehead to my cheek, her eyes locking on mine.
When she exhales, her sweet, wet breath coats my lips. I hum, my entire body vibrating with the need to kiss her until she’s breathless and begging for more…
“Mom?”
The sound of Emma’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
I jolt back at the same time that Abby hops off the counter and turns around.
“Honey. Hi. What’s the matter?” Abby says as she walks over to Emma, whose eyes are half-open and puffy with sleep.
“I had a bad dream.” Her lip quivers. Ah, damn. Poor kid.
“Oh, honey. I’m sorry.” She hugs Emma. “Here, let’s tuck you back into bed.”
“Will you stay with me till I fall back to sleep?”
“Of course, honey.”
She starts to walk off, but I go after her.
“Abby, hang on.” I run over and quickly press the Band-Aid on her knee, then stand back up.
She gives me a small smile. “Thanks.”
For a moment, we just stand there, the thickness in the air from our almost-kiss dissipating with each passing second.
“Goodnight,” she says.
“Goodnight.” I watch as she walks Emma back to her bedroom. When they disappear down the hall, I lean my head back and let out a groan. My dick is still aching from almost kissing Abby.
A weird mix of emotions swirls through me. Turned on.Embarrassed. Annoyed at myself for acting like a hormonal teenager instead of using my brain.
Yeah, it would have been hot as hell to kiss Abby. But it also would have been a mistake. She’s my friendandmyroommate. It would have changed our dynamic completely…
