Page 16 of My Puckin' Luck
It’s late,but I could dance with Anastasia all night, with her nipples poking into my chest like they are. My hands comfortably fixate south of the lowest point on her back at the top of her rounded rump, happy as could be as we sway to the music. Lust charges through my veins.
Ignoring all the warnings from Misty and Storm, more than once I nuzzle into her neck, brushing my lips, suckling on her earlobe, whispering dares and temptations into her ear.
She laughs at them all, her eyes glimmering and flickering with heat. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips. At times, her teeth catch her bottom lip. As the night wears on, all I can think about is a bed, my cock, and her pussy. When or where doesn’t matter. Neither do the consequences of it all.
It’s long past midnight by the time we’re ready to leave Jimmy’s. And Anastasia and I have had too much to drink, the night filled with fun times and sexy flirtations. She was everything I hoped for and unexpectedly more when I asked her out in the first place.
I arrange for a car service to take us both home, leaving mine at the bar overnight. Jimmy sees us out once the car arrives, and tries to give us each parting words of wisdom.
He holds Anastasia’s hand steady as she slips into the back seat first. I don’t hear all of what he says as he dips in to help her buckle up, only pieces of it reach me. “Treat him with care… I think he’s been through hell and back with someone long ago… You could be really good for him...”
“Enough. Get away from my girl,” I slur my words, tugging a handful of his shirt to get him out of the car.
“And you, puck face.” He grabs my collar after he straightens. “Don’t be such a stranger. Bring her back soon. And hey—give this one a chance, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Love you, man.” I shove him away, then I trip getting in, landing almost on top of her. I wouldn’t mind.
The driver pulls away, heading to drop Anastasia at her place first. My hazy brain tries to think of every reason in the book to join her there.
She yawns. “That was so much fun. And clogging? They teach you that in hockey, like some exercise to keep you light on your skates?”
“Just stuff you learn as you grow up with Irish kin.”
“Lucky you.” She yawns again. Luck isn’t exactly something I feel I have in spades. But with her next to me, my luck could be changing.
“Tired? Me, too. Come here.” I put my arm around her shoulders and draw her into me. Her head lands on my chest, her hand on my abs, and I get to do something I’ve wanted to all night—play with the long locks of hair down her back. It brings to mind a similar time…another woman…a lifetime ago.
I don’t want to think about that tonight, choosing to ignore the past in favor of holding Anastasia like she keeps me grounded in the present.
My fingers weave through her waves and I softly hum Danny Boy to her. By the end of the tune, my hand burrows under her hair, finding its way to her neck and shoulders, caressing andmassaging there. This is the damndest night, and where does that leave us tomorrow? Still friends? I’m too buzzed to think straight. I only know I’d like more time with her.
Like she reads my mind, she twists her head and peers up at me, licking her lips. The most beautiful Angel I’ve ever seen. The longer I gaze at her, the fog of my brain tricks me. I know it’s Anastasia, but she looks so much like… I suck in breath. The past lands right here in the back seat and I have no more control. I need her.
I land on her lips, brushing them with mine. My heart jumps like it’s on a gurney, shocked with a paddle dosed with electricity. Her soft, full lips seek more than a brush, like grazing, sucking in my bottom lip. Hell yes. I cover her mouth. The tip of my tongue begs entry, tasting along her plump red lip line, tasting of sweet cherries in the spring.
She grants my wish, tangling her tongue in knots with mine. My hand cups behind her neck, pulling her closer to me and I suddenly remember I have two, and put that hand to good use, caressing up her thigh, reaching the hemline of her skirt.
She moans, inching her leg over my lap, her knee close to skimming my hard cock. Her supple body melts into me like the backseat has become lava. We’re on fire, burning into each other, heavy petting until we hear the clearing of a throat in the front seat.
“Ma’am? Sir? We’re here,” the driver clips.
Without skipping a beat, breathless, I say. “Want me to walk you to your door?”
“That would be nice.” Equally breathless, she quickly exits and sashays to her door, albeit shakily on her heels, my angel a little worse for wear now. I turn to the driver and tell him to cancel the rest of the ride to my place.
I follow her inside, but come to my senses. This isn’t the past and I’m a scoundrel. I’ll make sure Anastasia gets into her placesafely and gets tucked in. I wouldn’t take advantage of her in this state. Although, as a true gentleman, if we wake up in her bed and catch the right moment before rational thoughts seep in, morning sex wouldn’t be out of the question.
In the elevator to the fifteenth floor, she doesn’t miss a beat and pulls me to her, commandeering my lips the second the doors close. I’m a willing captive. Fuck it. I ignore all the previous warnings in my brain. I back her to the wall and hike her skirt and thigh up, teasing my fingertips along her wet panties.
“Oh, Saint, yes. It’s been so long,” she sings like a real angel would, sweet and inviting. My cock accepts the invite to give her a night she won’t forget, twitching in my pants.
The ride is over too quickly, and she laughs as we part. But I don’t let her get too far. Walking behind her, my arms wrap around her middle and my lips feed on her neck. Like that, we awkwardly somehow make it to her door at last.
“I want you to come inside.” She reaches up and pulls my head further on her. Exposing her collarbone and shoulder, my jacket slouches down around her elbows, perfect for my kisses spreading hot across her skin. The boundaries of her hemline are pushed to her panty line once again by my greedy hand.
“Believe me, that’s the only place I want to come, Angel.”
She snorts. “I don’t know. I took you for more of a pearl necklace kind of guy.”
