Page 52 of Forbidden Puck
I silenced her with a kiss. Her lips yielded to mine, but I waited until she finally relented and let me kiss her. We kissed, long and deep, arealkiss, not one fueled by raw lust or carnal desire—but passion instead.
And then we separated. I stroked the hair from her eyes and cupped her face with my hands.
“Ella, believe me, it's not your fault. I told you, I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody.”
She buried her face in my chest. “But I'm Lance's sister. His virgin sister.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Then I should go,” she whispered.
But I squeezed her against me. I couldn't let her go just yet. “Just a minute longer.”
“Fine.” She rolled onto her side. “I want you to spoon me.”
I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me. She nestled her body against me, until we were a perfect fit, like two puzzle pieces made for each other.
But something was missing. We were too naked, too exposed. I pulled the bed sheets over us, and all felt right with the world.
“Don't get too comfortable,” she warned me. “I can't fall asleep in here.”
“Yeah. We definitely can't fall asleep like this. That'd be the last thing we need.” That's what Isaid,but I still pulled her even tighter against me. “Just a little bit longer.”
I pressed my nose against her head. With every breath I took, the smell of her hair filled me.
She smells so nice.
I loved having my arms wrapped around her, the warmth of her body against me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment just a little bit more.
Chapter 17
Wakey Wakey
Ella
I woke to the sound of a door slamming shut.
My eyes shot open.Please tell me I imagined that. Please tell me that was a dream.
Because sure enough, I'd fallen asleep in Ryan's bed. I was completely naked and snuggled up with Ryan's hulking arm wrapped tight around me.
But my worst fears were confirmed when I heard Lance call, “Yoooooooo! I'm home!”
Oh my God. Lance is home, and I actually fell asleep in Ryan's room.
I knew this would happen. I knew it! Fuck!
“Hello?” Lance called from the living room. “Ella? You here? Huh.”
Ryan slept through it. I shook his great big body and spoke as quietly and urgently as I could.
“(Radar! Wake up! Lance is home!)”
His eyes bolted open with a look of terror.
“Shit,” he whispered. He sat up in a panic. “This is bad. Real bad.”
I raised my arms at him as if to say,well!?! What'd you think was going to happen?
