Hot as Puck(20)

“No, you don’t, Libby.”

“Yes, I do.” Her brow furrows. “I remember that we’re on a sidewalk in the middle of the city. We’re not really alone. Someone might see us. I try to tell Roger, but—”

“No one’s going to see. This is your world. You’re calling the shots.”

“No, I’m not.” She shakes her head. “And now I just bit Roger’s tongue! Oh my God, now he’s bleeding and looking at me like I’m crazy. Like I did it on purpose!”

“No, no, no. Hit rewind, Libs.” I scoot closer, until our knees almost touch. “Hit stop and rewind. Everything was going fine, you just need to relax.”

“I can’t,” she says, her breath rushing out. “I’m the worst kisser ever, and Roger is going to file assault charges. I’m going to end up in jail, and it’s your fault for building up my confidence and making me a menace to society.”

I fight a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, Libs.”

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not, I’m not. Just focus on your breath again,” I say, doing my best to get her back on the rails. “Concentrate on long, slow inhalations and—”

“I can’t.” Her voice breaks, and her next words emerge in a sob. “It’s over. I screwed it up. God, I can’t even imagine it right. What’s wrong with me?”

And in that moment, I realize that if I’m going to convince Libby to trust her instincts, then I have to trust mine. And every one of mine is screaming to fuck the meditation session and go for a more…hands-on approach.





Chapter Nine





Justin




Before my brain has the chance to second-guess my gut, I lean in, cutting off Libby’s next words with a kiss.

She sucks in a surprised breath. I take advantage of the moment, sweeping my tongue across her bottom lip, getting my first taste of her. And from that first explosion of honey, flowers, tea, and woman spreading across my tongue, I know Libby Collins is one of the sweetest things I’ll ever taste.

“Justin…” My name is a soft warning, but her fingers thread into my hair, her nails dragging lightly across the skin at the back of my neck, leaving no doubt that Libby has excellent instincts.

All she needs is a little practice.

“Kiss me, Libby,” I say, my hand sliding over the curve of her hip.

“But—”

This time, I stroke deep between her lips, moaning in approval as her tongue begins to dance with mine. At first, she’s shy—teasing, testing—but by the time I join her on the couch, she’s giving as good as she gets, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with her technique. Her lips are firm and hot and the sound she makes when my hand skims up her ribs to hover below her breast is sexy enough to make me instantly, painfully hard.

“What are you doing?” Her nails dig deeper into my skin.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I nip her bottom lip as I brush my thumb back and forth, caressing the soft curve of her breast.

Her chest rises and falls faster, making my cock throb. Getting a woman turned on is always an aphrodisiac like no other, but getting Libby turned on is hot as fucking hell. I want to drive her crazy, to see what happens when she lets go and lets herself feel without anxiety throwing on the brakes.

“We can’t,” she whispers, but when I brush my thumb over her nipple through her clothes, she doesn’t pull away.

She gasps, a sexy cry that I swallow as I kiss her again.

I kiss her harder, deeper, until her breath is coming fast and she’s arching into the hand I’ve kept lingering below her breast. I wait until she moans, a hungry, needy sound that’s meaning is perfectly fucking clear, before I wrap my arms around her, pulling her on top of me as I lie back on the couch.

“Spread your legs,” I murmur against her lips, cursing beneath my breath as she obeys, bringing her center into intimate contact with where I’m insanely hard for her. “Do you feel that, Libs?”

“Yes.” She rocks experimentally against me in a way that makes my vision blur, and it’s almost impossible to keep from fusing my mouth to hers again immediately.

But I force myself to wait, needing her to understand what she does to me, to own the power she has in this moment.

“That’s because I want you. So fucking much.” I grip her ass firmly in my right hand, encouraging her to keep moving, to keep riding me through our clothes while I tell her how hot she is. “Because you’re sexy as hell, and all I want to do is get you out of these clothes and get inside you. And all you’ve done is kiss me, Libby. That’s it. That’s all it took to get me wild for you.”