Page 77 of One Good Puck
“Yes?” I rasp.
When he opens his eyes, his stare is hazy. Like he’s turned on. Good. I’m turned on too.
“Why did you do that?” he asks. He doesn’t sound mad. More like amused.
I smile and lick his thumb again. “Because I wanted to. Because I want you.”
His eyebrows quirk up. “You want me?”
I nod.
A hard swallow glides along the length of his thick throat. “I thought you said you wanted to be just friends.”
“I know. But…it’s getting harder and harder to resist you, Gavin. I…I really want to kiss you.”
My nerves are going haywire as I wait for Gavin to respond. Will he be frustrated that I’ve changed my mind? Will he reject me?
When he shakes his head, my heart starts to sink.
But then he says, “I can’t just kiss you, Abby.”
“Why not?”
He licks his lips, his gaze fixing on my mouth as he cups my cheek in his hand. “Because I know that one kiss with you wouldn’t be enough. I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
The nerves inside of me fade. I bite back a smile as excitement kicks up inside of me.
“Then maybe we should do more than just kiss,” I say. “Maybe we should give in to our attraction to each other. Just for tonight,” I say.
Heat flashes in his eyes. “One night together.”
I nod.
“One night to have you in all the ways I’ve been fantasizing about?” Gavin growls.
I nod again. “Get it out of our systems. Then we can focus on being just friends.”
“You really think we can go back to friends after seeing each other naked?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I say.
A wicked smile pulls at his mouth. And then he kisses me.
I’m dizzy the second his mouth is on mine. His lips aresosoft. It’s the hottest contrast against how hard he kisses me.
He cups my face with his hands, then teases my mouthopen with his tongue. Gently, he laps his tongue against mine. I moan into his mouth, gripping my hands around his wrists.
Wow. Gavin kisses like a demon.
“Fuck, Abby,” he moans into my mouth. “You taste so fucking good. So fucking sweet.”
I shiver and smile against his mouth. It feels amazing hearing him go on about how much he likes the way I taste.
It’s been ages since I’ve kissed a guy, but none of them have kissed me like this. Like I’m a treat he wants to savor forever. It’s making my heart beat faster and my knees weak.
He moves his hand along the hinge of my jaw, tilting my head back and deepening our kiss. It doesn’t take long for the intensity to kick up.
Soon, his hands are on my waist, and he’s pulling me against his body. I drag my fingers through his hair as our tongues get filthier and filthier by the second.
