Page 27 of Puck with Karma
My fingers are playing with the back of his hair, loving the feel of it. I stare into his eyes, and I can’t get enough of it. I can see all sorts of promises in them, things I crave and that I can’t get anywhere else. He is the only one I want.
“I want you,” I confess, heat now overwhelming me with its force. Where I was cold before, I am now burning up.
Xander doesn’t say anything. There’s almost no reaction other than the intensity in his eyes. He wants me, too.
The relief I feel when he starts kissing me again would cut me at the knees if I wasn’t in this tub. He nips at my lips, licks at the inside of my mouth, touches me from the inside out.
I have to wiggle my hips a little to free the side of my legs from where they’re plastered against the tub. He lifts his hips a bit to give me room, and as soon as I am able to, I bring them up and cross them around him, resting my heels against his delectable denim clad buttocks.
“I want you so much,” I repeat, hoping that he’ll say the words back. But the only response I get is him pushing his hips against me, making me lose my mind when the wet material rubs against the bare area in between my legs.
“This is gonna be messy,” he tells me in a rushed tone when more water splashes onto the floor. The faucet is still running, but it’s at an awkward angle when it hits the back of his leg. I reach out and turn it off, the silence in the bathroom freezing us both. We are breathing heavy, staring at each other, hunger and lust permeating the thick air.
Droplets of sweat are now running down the side of my face and in the back of my head. My hair is soaked, but I don’t havetime to worry about what it might look like. I don’t care about anything other than how Xander is making me feel.
“I like it messy,” I whisper back, then wait.
The moment feels important somehow.
I can feel it in my soul.
It will change the rest of my life.
Chapter 10
Xander
Abigail Bennett.
Her name rolls around in my head. It sounds posh. And perfect. Just like her. She tastes like the beach, all sunshine and walks on soft white sand.
That last thought makes me chuckle considering where our current location is. She is in this tub because of how cold she was when I brought her up here. I’m in the tub with her for completely different reasons.
When she pulled on me to bring me closer, I went along with it. I could tell my grip on the edge of the tub was going to slip, but I decided to say the hell with it and take the chance.
In the back of my mind, a nagging thought keeps on poking at my brain, reminding it that since Abby works for the Cats, this is a mistake. I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to fraternize with the staff. But I don’t remember if it’s an actual rule in the handbook, or just something that’s implied.
As I am kissing the shit out of her, basically inhaling everything that is her, I decide that I don’t give a fuck what thehandbook says or doesn’t say. Besides, she’s an intern, not like she’ll be here forever. We might as well enjoy the short time that we have together.
“I want you,” she whispers again, spurring me on.
She clutches at my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin, but I don’t care. Her long legs are wrapped around my waist, and she is using the momentum to lift up and try to make contact with my cock.
Suddenly, I realize that I’m not sure how this is going to work. I still have my jeans on, and trying to peel them off me won’t be an easy feat.
“We gotta get out of this tub,” I grumble when I try to grind myself against her but only manage to barely touch her when the buoyancy of the water causes me to just graze her pussy. Besides, I want to actually be able to see and touch her down there.
“No,” she cries out. “I want you in here. I want you now.”
I bring up surprised eyes to look at her face. The women I usually deal with are normally more than willing to follow my direction. If I tell them, we’re getting out of the water, they are out before I finish the sentence.
Abby is different though. I will never make the mistake of comparing her to anyone else before her. It wouldn’t be fair to her. Besides, she really is the type of woman that could consume my thoughts and make me forget about all others.
“We have to switch positions,” I decide. I wrap one arm around her, and support myself with the other. “On the count of three, we roll. You ready?”
I am completely mesmerized by the grin she gives me when she bobs her head up and down, relief obvious in her features. She really thought I was going to abandon her here.
With a bit of maneuvering and a lot more water on my floor, we manage to roll in the spacious tub where she is now on top.Her hands are resting on my shoulders, and her pussy is right where I want it.
