Page 50 of Secret Puck
“Why not?”
“He’s not good enough.”
“Good enough for what?” She rolls her eyes. “Thank you for wanting to look out for me, but I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I swear, if it were up to you and my brother, I’d spend the next four years alone while everyone else hooks up and pairs off. I want to do those things too, go on dates and make bad decisions, and I know it’s possible that he’ll hurt me or he’ll be a total bore, but I won’t know unless I go out with him.”
“Don’t date him.”
She looks like she’s going to start arguing again, but I keep going before she can get a word in. “Don’t date him. We could…”
“We could what?”
“You know.”
“Date?” She fights a grin. “You can’t even say the word.”
I close the space between us and drop my mouth to hers. Her lips part in a surprised squeak and I take full advantage, sweeping my tongue inside. She tastes so good and so right. I’m breathless when she takes a step back. Breathless and filled with so much energy, my steps feel light as I fill the gap again.
“Wait.” She puts a hand at my chest. “I don’t understand. You don’t date. You told me that you weren’t interested in dating anyone, especially me.”
“I never said ‘especially you’.”
“It was implied.”
“Fuck no, it wasn’t. We already hang out more than I ever have with any other chick, so let’s do that and make out. That’s basically dating, right?”
She gives her head a little shake. “I’m confused. Is this some trick to keep me from dating Liam?”
“Hell no. I don’t care who Liam dates as long as it isn’t you.”
My mouth tingles. Fucking tingles. This girl… fuuuck.
“I said we shouldn’t date because you had just gotten out of a relationship and in the past, dating hadn’t really been my thing. Enjoying college has been my top priority. I only have a few years before I’m going to be married to hockey. I didn’t want us to hook up and then never talk again, and I wasn’t sure I was capable of more. I like hanging with you and I don’t want to mess that up.”
“Oh.”
“But I was overthinking it. If what you’re looking for is the same thing I am—to have fun, hang out, hook up.” I pull her against me so she can feel how hard I am. “Then of course I want to date you.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up.
I swipe a hand over my mouth. It’s on fire and sticky from her lipstick.
“Really, but I should talk to your brother first.”
She groans. “You don’t need his permission.”
“I know.” I give in and press my lips to hers again. It’s almost painful with how much my mouth aches to be on hers. I kiss her harder and the burn intensifies. “Fuck, baby, your lips are on fire.”
Her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes. Don’t move. I’m going to talk to your brother.”
“Right now?”
“I promised him I’d look out for you. I don’t want him to feel like I took advantage or… I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid, but I respect your brother and you, and I can’t kiss you like I want to until I talk to him.”
“Kiss me like you want to?” she asks with a laugh.
I walk to the door and pause with my hand on the doorknob. “Naked.”
