Page 54 of Pucked Up Plans
Her honesty slays me. I can’t quite read her reservations. Is she worried it will happen again? Or is it more of letting me know how long it’s been?
“Does that worry you?”
“Not completely, it’s just, it’s been a while.”
She goes to say more, but I cut her off. “It had been a while since you were kissed too. Remember how great that was.”
Her head slants to gaze up at me. “The best. You’re a great kisser, Walsh.”
Despite having nothing to do with it, my cock rejoices at the compliment. “I could say the same about you. Fireworks, Tate. We brought the fireworks with the kiss.”
“Which one?”
“Both. I can honestly admit they were both explosive-worthy.” Taking a risk, I arrange our bodies so she’s straddling me, knocking the blanket away. My hands to her waist to steady her, before my eyes betray me and preview her breasts, I stare solidly into her eyes. “This can be too. Give me a chance?” My eyes drift downward to her breasts, and before I perceive what I’m doing, my hands cup each one. Smaller than a handful, there’s not much to them, but they suit Tate perfectly.
Two fingers roll the nipples, pulling each to erect, helped by the chill in the air. Tate’s breath hitches in her chest, the action the only clue I need to soldier on.
The pink buds are soft under my skin. Applying the lightest pressure, I gently tug, watching Tate’s reaction. She rewards me by biting her bottom lip into her mouth, an almost inaudible moan slipping from her lips.
“Do you trust me?” I hope she knows the true depth of my question.
Ever so slowly, her head bobs up and down.
“Say the words, Tate.”
“I trust you, Keeley.”
My cock jumps, straining to be released. “Fuck.” I shut my eyes, the sound of my last name on her pretty lips hitting me way too hard for my liking. Except, I like it way too much.
Her breasts still in my palms, she lets her head fall back, offering her neck for the taking. I lean in, blowing slowly on the exposed area.
Don’t maul her neck, Keeley,my brain reminds me.Don’t leave a mark.
With restraint I didn’t realize I had, my lips meet her skin. Softly. Lightly. Tenderly. My tongue peeks out to lick a trail up one side, down the other. My teeth nibble playfully, careful not to mar her perfect skin.
“I want you.” Tate whispers the words so quietly, I almost miss them.
“You have me. Tell me what you want.”
I hand her the reins for where this goes. However fast or slow she wants it, I’m along for the ride.
And what a ride it’s going to be.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
Everything around me comes to a screeching halt. Her words hang in the air as my actions stop.
Condoms?
Oh, shit. When arranging this afternoon, I didn’t consider the damn condoms. No, my brain was too busy listening to my cock’s one direction—get inside a naked Tate. Why wouldhebe worried about covering up?
“Right. Condoms.” My voice is strangled as my brain tries to overcome the fact I’m not prepared for this. I have Tate exactly where I want her—naked, in a bed, primed and ready for sex. And because of my unpreparedness, I have to stop.
My cock shrivels up and weeps.
“Doesn’t every college guy carry at least one in his wallet like a rite of passage? That’s what I was led to believe.”
She’s not wrong. But I’m highly certain I didn’t replace the one I used when I had sex the last time.
