Page 30 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Sev Delorean

Teddy takes the apple we’ve been tossing to each other to the sink and runs cold water over it, pausing to rub gently at spots that bother him. When he’s done, he throws it to me without drying it first. Tiny droplets of water rain down on my face.

I hold the apple in my hand and examine it for a moment, searching the fruity flesh for the perfect first bite. When I find it, I raise the apple to my lips. Before I’m able to bury my teeth into it, Teddy lunges in and steals the first bite.

He laughs as he does it.

It's something I used to do to him when he was a kid. It was a childish game. Something I did to amuse him, but it’s sweet and nostalgic and takes me back to afternoons spent in the O’Reilly’s kitchen, opening and closing the fridge, hoping that doing so would somehow miraculously change the contents to something we felt like eating .

Teddy chews thoughtfully, looking at the apple in my hand as he does it.

“D’you know…” he says when he’s swallowed. “When you used to do this to me, I used to lick up the juice running down my hand, so I could taste something your lips had touched.”

The admission is so innocent and sweet that it leaves me momentarily speechless.

I can’t stand how much I love it.

I love that he tells me these kinds of things now. At the same time, it breaks me to think how long he’s been like this. How long he’s felt like this about me.

And how wrong Nate was when he called it a phase and swore it would pass.

“Not just your lips,” he continues. “Your teeth and your tongue too. I loved it. I could swear it tasted better than normal apple juice because it had touched the inside of your mouth.”

That hits a little different. A little lower and harder.

I start sweating and become acutely aware of the juice running down my hand. A sticky, sweet stream that runs down my palm to my pulse point.

“D’you want me to lick it up for you?” Teddy offers.

“No,” I say, quickly snatching my hand away. “I’ll do it myself. ”

He goes still as I do it, watching with an intensity that has mass as I chase the path of the sweet, tarty taste with my tongue. He doesn’t move for the longest time. Not until well after I realize what I’ve done.

I’ve tasted him. I’ve touched and tasted something that Teddy’s teeth have touched. His lips. His tongue.

I don’t know how or why it’s such a vicious turn-on, but it is.

Not only for me either.

Teddy is so aroused that his pupils are dilated. His eyes are dark, shadowed with such clear lust I don’t know where to look.