Page 64 of Puck to the Heart
A hint of command tinged her words, and that wouldn’t do. I’d give her what she wanted, but I’d be the one in charge. “Maybe if you ask nicely, Barnes.”
“Ash,please, come back.”
“Look at you being polite. It’s so nice to hear after you’ve been a brat.” But I turned back in her direction, anyway, nearly losing my grip on the final shreds of control. “Was that so hard?”
“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Or maybe I have ulterior motives.”
“Such as?” My voice went deep.
“Let’s do this. Right here, right now.”
“Now?”
“Now,” she repeated.
“Fuck, Olivia, are you sure?”
“I am so sure. I got a blood test recently, in case we…” She trailed off, her eyes following as I slowly prowled back into her space. “Anyway, it was clear. And I have an IUD, so if you’re good, I’m good.”
Fuck. I blacked out for a moment. “Y—yeah. We have physicals regularly, and I’m clear, too.”
“So…”
“You’re sure?”
It was a line in the sand that, once crossed, would throw us into some new level of fuckery we would have to unravel later.
But I didn’t care. Didn’t want to unravel myself in any way I tangled with her.
All I knew was how much I wanted to let go of all the baggage and weight pulling us down. To just… be.
She said yes, and I lost my mind.
“Get on the bench. Hands and knees.”
She smirked but did as I directed, meeting my eyes again in the mirror.
Sweeping my hands up the arc of her hips, I stared in fascination as she arched into my touch. Slowly, I dragged the tips of my fingers over her backside, down to the sensitive skin behind her knees. Up, following the same path. Watching the muscles in her back tense. Sliding my hands to the inside of her thighs, up again, stopping just short of her center.
Her infinitesimal push backward against my hands turned my blood to fire.
Let this be another way I got under her skin the way she’d burrowed beneath mine.
Heat engulfed my hands as I slid them between her thighs, the soft fabric of her leggings bunching beneath my touch. Reaching to cup her heated sex, my middle finger pressed the seam, feeling dampness gathering on the material.
A little huff of breath was her only response.
Ice-blue eyes met mine when I dragged my eyes back up the path my hands followed, the fire reflected there shooting straight into my veins.
Desperation, pure, horny, idiotic desperation made me press harder where her clit lay hidden.
She squirmed, but my other hand held her in place. And God, the squirming, her little sigh, it all went straight to my cock.
Fuck, I wanted her. A minuscule part of my brain not wired directly to my dick wanted to carry her to the bed. To make it all perfect and easy. But she said right here, right now.
With a tiny exhale that felt more like a declaration than it should’ve, I traced the seam of her pants back up to her waistband. Hooking my finger beneath, I tugged, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
“Can I?—”
