Hot as Puck(29)

This is a bigger responsibility than I thought. But hell, knowing I’m going to be the first man to make Libby come makes me want to take her right here, to pull her into the shadows beneath the chapel ceiling beams and get her off.

She laughs softly, her eyes glittering. “No, Justin.”

“No, what?” I move in as she backs a step away.

“I’m not the only one whose face gives her away,” she says, lifting her palms in front of her with another giggle. “No! We’re not jumping into anything, especially in the middle of a public park. We need to talk, set some ground rules.”

“Ground rule number one—I make you come at least once a day every day that I’m in town for the next month.” I continue to stalk her across the chapel as she retreats with an intrigued expression that makes me hope she’s going to let me catch her. “Then we touch base over Thanksgiving and decide if we want to keep taking our clothes off or go back to being friends without orgasms. Done. Rules complete.”

“No, not done,” she insists. “Ground rule number two—we keep this a secret from everyone else, especially friends and family.”

“Ground rule number three—you have to be honest with me, no faking.”

“And you have to be honest with me.” She comes to a stop, her back against one of the support beams. “If I suck at this you have to tell me. I don’t want your pity. I want to make you feel the way that you make me feel.”

“And how’s that?”

She holds my gaze, the heat in her eyes making my cock swell thicker. “Good. Very, very good.”

“I haven’t made you feel good yet.” I brace my hands on either side of her flushed face. “But I want to, Libs.” I bend closer, loving the way her breath catches as my nose brushes against hers. “Let me make you come, beautiful. I need to touch you, and I’m fucking dying to kiss you again.”

“But what if someone comes up the trail?” she says, but her resolve is weakening, I hear it in her voice.

“Then we’ll stop,” I promise, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tight against me. Her soft moan as my erection comes in contact with the soft curve of her belly is all the encouragement I need to bring my other hand to her breast, cupping her through the soft weave of her sweater, teasing her tight nipple. “Come on, Libs. Let me show you how good it feels to lose control.”

“Ground rule number four,” she whispers as her arms come around my neck. “We keep things equal.”

“Which means?” I pinch her nipple lightly, making her moan again, a sweet, soft sound I’m already positive I’ll never get tired of hearing.

“If you make me come, then I intend to return the favor.” She reaches down, dragging her nails lightly over my erection through my jeans and the last of my control vanishes.

A moment later, I’ve got Libby’s legs looped around my waist as I pin her to the massive redwood beam and kiss her so hard and deep I hope there’s no doubt in her mind how sexy she is. How hot. So hot that I can’t wait to get her home tonight, where I can strip her bare and fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked. I’m going to take her slow and steady and so thoroughly that by the time I’m finished there will be nothing left but a puddle of boneless, orgasm-drunk Libby lying limp and supremely satisfied in my bed.

For now, I’ll have to be satisfied with something a little faster, but I still intend to rock her fucking world.





Chapter Thirteen





Libby




Oh my God, oh my God. Oh yes, oh my God…

As Justin kisses me like he’s going to devour me whole, and his hand slips beneath my sweater, my thoughts are an endless, blissed out stream of nonsense. I can’t think, I can only feel, feel, feel all the electric, intense, incredible things he makes me feel. With just a single kiss, a touch, the warmth of his body and the strength in his arms as he effortlessly holds me in the air with one arm and teases my nipples with the other, I’m completely under his command.

He takes control, leaving no room for anxiety or fear or worry about what comes next or the fact that we might be discovered. My world narrows to his taste, his heat, his mouth, and his hands working magic across my skin.

“You’re coming home with me after this.” His breath is hot on my throat as he kisses me there, sending fresh butterflies swooping through my belly. “And then I’m going to take off your sweater and your bra, and I’m going to show you what I can do to this sweet little nipple with my mouth.”

“Oh God,” I murmur, because that is the extent of my vocabulary at this moment, as he lays me down on the cool concrete and covers me with his body, his fingers already working open the string tie at the top of my pants.