Page 72 of Secret Puck
Our friends are laughing, but even drunk and out of his mind, I can’t take my eyes off Heath.
“I’m pretty sure they’re closed right now, but food isn’t a terrible idea.” I look to Reagan. “What do you have in that purse of yours to soak up the alcohol?”
As she pulls out snacks, everyone suddenly gets very interested in eating. I manage to snag a granola bar and a mini bag of pretzels for Heath.
“I think you might be my dream woman,” Maverick says to Reagan as he opens a peanut butter cookie and takes a bite. He finishes that off and then downs two granola bars. “Let’s go eat. We can hit IHOP or get Jack in the Box and head back to the apartment. Ooooh Jack in the Box tacos.” He closes his eyes and moans.
“Can’t,” Heath interrupts. “I’m showing my girl a good time.” He throws his arm around me again.
“You can show her a good time back at the apartment. Naked.” Maverick stands and everyone else follows his lead.
“It isn’t about sex,” he says and looks at me dreamily. My stomach does a thousand backflips.
We aren’t having sex, so even though our friends are reacting with a series of “aww” and laughter, he’s only stating facts. It isn’t about sex, but I think that needs to change soon.
I get to my feet and pull him up. “Come on.”
“Are we going to The Olive Garden?”
The next morning,Heath wakes as I’m getting dressed to sneak out of his room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls me down and hugs me against his chest.
“I have to go to class.”
“In three hours.” His eyes are barely open, but apparently he knows the time.
“I want to get out of here before the guys wake up.”
The apartment is still silent, but it’s game day, and I know the guys will be getting up soon to go skate.
“It’ll be fine. Go to sleep,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
I turn so we’re facing one another and trace tiny circles on his chest. “You have to get up in thirty minutes.”
I decide to try another approach. Sliding a leg over him, I scoot on top of him. He makes a strangled sound between a groan and a sigh. I pepper him with kisses—his jaw, his neck, his chest. His hands move to my back, and one comes up and fists my hair. He pulls back just hard enough to lift my chin.
“Whatcha doing, Ginny?”
Instead of answering, I close the space between our mouths and kiss him hard. I can feel him smiling, that is until I roll my hips against the bulge in his sweatpants.
In one smooth motion, he has me on my back and he holds himself over me. He dips his lower body to brush against me.
“This what you want, Genevieve?”
My cheeks flame. It is, but suddenly, I feel really shy about it.
He tips my chin up with a finger. “No need to be embarrassed. You can feel how much I want you, but what do you want, Genevieve?”
I’m having a hard time finding my voice.
“There’s no rush.” His sweet words comfort me, but man, do I wish I were ready. It isn’t that I don’t want to have sex with Heath. I do. Very much. But it’s a big deal to me, more so maybe because I know in the past it hasn’t been to him. And because of my previous experiences.
I nod and his thumb glides across my lower lip before he kisses me again. My head may have reservations, but my body does not. Fifteen minutes later, we’re basically dry humping when Heath’s palm slides up my leg. His fingers brush against the lacy material between my thighs and a shiver wracks my entire body.
His thumb rubs the tiny bundle of nerves over my panties while one finger slips underneath. I cry out and then slap a hand over my mouth.
Heath pries my hand away. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
