Page 76 of Desperate Pucker
“Soup’s ready. Go sit at the table,” he says.
A minute later, he walks over with a big bowl of soup and sets it down in front of me. I breathe in the richness of the potatoes, butter, cheese, and herbs.
My mouth waters when I see the big dollop of sour cream on top. He brings a bowl of chopped chives and a bowl of bacon bits to the table, too.
I sprinkle generous amounts of both on my soup and dip my spoon in. I blow on it, then taste it.
I moan at the burst of flavors. Perfectly seasoned and rich and creamy. “Holy…wow.”
Ryker sits next to me at the table. “You like it?”
I nod and enjoy another spoonful. “This is the best baked potato soup ever. If you ever get sick of playing hockey, you should think about becoming a chef.”
I finish my soup in record time and hop back up to refill my bowl.
When I finish my second bowl right as he finishes his first, he smiles at me. He looks so happy to see me eating.
“More?” he asks.
I nod. He dishes out another helping for both of us.
“That was incredible,” I say when I finish. When we put our empty bowls in the sink, I grab his arm and pull him against me, then kiss him.
“Thank you for dinner,” I say against his mouth.
“My pleasure,” he growls, kissing me harder. Gently, he grips my chin and tilts my head up, deepening our kiss.
His hands grip my hips, then he grabs my ass. I moan into his mouth and tug at the hem of his shirt before slipping my palms underneath the fabric. His body is hot and firm under my touch. Between my legs, I’m aching, eager for more.
“Couch,” I murmur.
He walks us into the living room and sits down on the couch. I straddle his lap and tug my hands through his hair, kissing him hard.
His fingers dig into my hips. A second later, his palms skim down the tops of my thighs, then back up. His thumb grazes outside of my leggings, right over my clit.
I gasp, aching to feel his fingers between my thighs again.
“I wanna watch you come,” he growls softly against my lips.
I whimper.
Gently, he rubs his thumb over my clit. “Can I go down on you?”
I freeze and lean back, pulling my mouth away from him. Nerves spark through me as I look him in the eye, unsure of how I’m going to say this to him.
Chapter 26
Ryker
Ilook at Maddy, feeling like a jerk at how uncomfortable she is after what I just said. I didn’t mean to make her feel that way.
“What’s wrong?” I ask gently.
She opens her mouth and hesitates before saying anything.
“It’s stupid.” She lets out a weak, embarrassed laugh.
“It’s not. Tell me.”
