Page 35 of Puck

“What made the sex so good?”

She lifted a shoulder. “He paid attention to me, figured out what I liked. And it didn’t hurt that he had—” she broke off, blushing a little.

“A big cock?”

Colbie nodded. “It was very nice, yes.”

“Very nice,” I echoed. “Did he make you go crazy in bed? Did he make you come so hard you fainted?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “No, Puck.”

“You say that like I’m asking stupid questions.”

“You are.”

I leaned in and bit her earlobe, lowered my voice to a whisper. “See, I don’t think I am. Best sex ever should make you absolutely crazy.”

“Like you and Maya?” she asked.

I nodded. “We’d finish, and I’d just laugh, because it was so fucking crazy. Every single time I was like,whoa, holy shit.”

Colbie frowned at me. “So if I’ve never fainted from an orgasm, if I’ve never gonewhoa, holy shit, then I’m not doing it right?”

I shook my head. “Not what I’m saying. But you should experience that at least once.”

“And you can show that to me, can you?” she asked, skepticism rife in her voice. “Crazy, make-me-faint sex?”

“Absolutely.”

“And what if I have sex with you on the promise of earth-shattering, life-changing sex, and you don’t deliver?”

I smirked at her. “Colbie, babe . . . it feels like you doubt me.”

She stared up at me, and her expression was difficult to read. “You’re promising an awful lot, Puck. Dozens of orgasms, orgasms so intense I faint, sex so good I go crazy. You’re building this up a whole hell of a lot, and I’m skeptical of anything that sounds too good to be true.” She wrapped an index finger in the end of my beard and tugged on it again. “Call me cynical, but I’m wary of someone promising me the things you’re claiming you can do.”

“You raise a valid point.”

She quirked an eyebrow at me. “But?”

I shrugged and shook my head. “But nothing. It’s a valid point. You’re absolutely right to be cynical and skeptical.”

She laughed. “You’re not helping your case, Puck.”

I touched her knee, traced up the inside of her thigh a few inches, and she shivered, tensed. “I barely touch you, and you shiver. Youlikethe way I touch you, and you want more.” I murmured this to her. “You want to know what my fingers will feel like touching your pussy. You want to feel my face between your thighs. The way you tense and catch your breath when all I’m doing is whispering to you and touching your leg . . . when I get my mouth on you, you’ll lose your fucking mind, Colbie. You know you will. You already can’t breathe, and all I’m doing is talking about it. You can imagine it, can’t you?”

She was frozen in place, not breathing; her thighs clamped down around my hand, arresting my upward progress under her skirt. “Yes, Puck.”

“Yes, what, Colbie?”

“I can imagine it.”

“And you want it, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah.”

I teased the outer shell of her ear with my tongue. “What else do you want?”

“You.”