Page 59 of Wilder Puck

I stop laughing because he’s right. I am not saying anything because saying something means I am putting myself out there. It means that he’ll know how I feel, and that gives him the power to break me.

I nod. “I really love having you as a best friend.”

He waits for me to continue.

“And I always want that for us.”

His left eyebrow raises. “We can’t use each other for sex anymore. I can’t do it.”

“Okay,” I nod. “Yeah, we don’t have to anymore.”

He chuckles, getting closer. “No more casual sex. It’s not like we had a lot. It was only two times, but it was enough for me to know that I’m fucking crazy about you.”

I stare at him. “Oh.”

“Are we not on the same page anymore?”

“Um…we…are.” I swallow, nodding. “Yeah. I’m right there with you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks with a questionable look on his face.

I place my hand on his knee and say, “I want to take things slow.”

“Slow?”

I nod. “Yeah, is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says but I’m not convinced. He stares off into space with a funny look on his face and then asks, “What is slow?”

“Well, I was thinking we can see where this goes. No pressure. No changes. You’re still my best friend, but we…you know.”

A smile stretches across his face. “Okay. I can do slow.”

I move my hand to his waistband. “Now let’s celebrate on the kitchen counter.”

He holds back his clearly obvious excitement. He grabs my arms, forcing them around his neck. He stands up, so I wrap my legs around him. I love his height and his strength. He squeezes my ass before sitting me on top of the kitchen counter.

“Is this where you want to celebrate your win?” I tease him with my hand over his hard dick. I’m rubbing him through his jeans now.I can’t wait to celebrate.

“Looks like I’ll be winning every game from here on out if this is my prize.”

I lean into him, and he grabs my neck and starts with his tongue first. My stomach rushes with butterflies as he flicks his tongue against mine. He’s needy and hot. I love everything about how he makes love.

He lifts my shirt up and says, “Do you really like taking your own shirt off, or was that something you said?”

I laugh. “Definitely something I said. I would love for you to take it off.”

He pulls my shirt over my head and his eyes land on my lace bra. “You’re so sexy, Addie. And–”

His tongue glides across my cleavage. “You taste just like vanilla.”

“Haven’t you heard? It’s my favorite flavor.”

He kisses my cleavage. “Do you really not like the licking? Because I swear you love it.”

I tug at his shirt and remove it. I run my fingers down his body and admit, “I love it.”

He smiles, a bit too big. “So, why’d you tell me to stop?”