Puck’s lips dive to my neck and a gasp comes sailing from between my lips as my back arches off the backseat of my car, pressing up into him.
My fingers dig into the tight muscles of his back as one of his hands slip under the hem of my shirt and skims across my skin, raising goosebumps and making me want him more than I possibly knew. “Puck,” I breathe. “What is this?”
He shakes his head. “All I know is that I can’t stay away from you anymore.”
I look up, meeting his lust-filled eyes. “I don’t want you to.”
A softness creeps into his expression and a million messages pass between us before his lips drop back to mine, but this time, it’s not the raging desperation from before, this is something different, something a little…more. Whatever it is, it has me needing him in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
Unable to help myself, my fingers play with the fabric of his shirt before I throw caution to the wind and start pulling it up his back. He shrugs the shirt over his head and the second my hands come down on his bare skin and feel what should have been mine all along, electricity pulses through me.
Puck props himself up on his elbow, looking down at me as though he’s never witnessed anything quite so beautiful. “Are you sure about this?” he murmurs, watching me adoringly. “We could wait and I can make it…I don’t know, special for you. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“You mean a random screw in the backseat of my car?”
He grins. “Well, yeah.”
A small chuckle comes bubbling up my throat as I shake my head. “No,” I tell him. “I’m not that girl who gets lost on sentiment. As long as you don’t treat me like a stranger afterward…” I let my sentence fall flat. I don’t need to explain myself with him, he just gets it.
Puck stares down into my eyes. “Never,” he murmurs, watching me as he slowly dips his head back to mine. His lips find mine and newfound energy pulses between us, a new kind of desperation that has me wondering again if it’s possible to love him.
As he rids me of my shirt and begins cherishing my body as though I’m some sort of queen, all thought leaves me. It’s just me and him, and the backseat of my car.
Clothes are torn away, bodies grow sweaty, names are whispered between the sweetest kisses I’ve ever had, and then finally, his fingers lace through mine as he pushes up into me. My legs wrap around his hips and as his lips find my neck, he draws back out and repeats, over and over again, pushing my body to its absolute limits until I’m screaming his name and unable to believe just how good this is.
Chapter 11
Puck
I am fucking obsessed.
Everywhere she goes, I fucking know it. Everyone she talks to, I want to know what’s being said. Everything she needs, I want to be the one to provide.
I’m so fucking lame. I’ve turned into Nate with his pathetic desperation to impress Tora.
Maybe I’m falling for her. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me right now, either that or I’m turning into some fucked up stalker who can’t leave the girl alone. All I know is that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and that doesn’t just mean her appearance. She’s beautiful inside and out and what fucker would be stupid enough not to grab hold of that and never let go?
I was such a fool over these past few weeks, allowing her to get away like that. What was I thinking? I’ve never made such a big fucking mistake, and if she’s as smart as I think she is, she’ll hold it against me.
It’s been a few weeks since that night and while the air has certainly cleared between us, I’ve wanted nothing more than to do it all over again, though maybe next time not in the backseat of her car. I don’t know what happened that night, one minute I was replacing her tire and the next, I was pushing up into her and showing her just how good it can be.
It wasn’t my usual style though. Normally with a girl, it’s about getting in and getting out, usually up against a wall at some random party, but this was different. I couldn’t do that to her, the backseat of the car was already bad enough. I wanted her to know that I respected her and I was worried that she’d think less of me by allowing it to happen like that, but she insisted it was okay, and the way she’s continued watching me over the past few weeks with stars in her eyes tells me that she meant it.