Page 36 of Pucking Good Girl

“That’s the plan. It’s getting a little cooler out here.”

Talia lifts her face to look at me, and my mind goes blank for a second.

I’m dying to kiss her. But I wasn’t planning on doing it until I took her home and we said goodnight.

I wanted this to be the first date we should have had right after we met. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen her naked; that I’ve been inside her and I know how tight and perfect she feels.

This is supposed to be the beginning of something that I hope she wants as much as I do. And my plan was to be the perfect gentleman.

That goes totally out of the window when I look into the blue depths of her eyes.

I need her. It feels like I’ll stop breathing if I don’t kiss her. I crush my mouth to hers.

And Talia kisses me back.

It’s a hot, deep kiss that sends desire coursing through my whole body.

I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’m starving for her.

“Becks,” she moans when I torment her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask between kisses as she rubs her body against mine.

“No,” Talia’s hands come up to cup my face. “Don’t you dare stop.”

And that’s what makes me lose the last shred of self-control I had left.

I press my body against her until her back hits the bricks of the arch we’re under.

We’re alone here and I dare to take this one step further, cupping one of Talia’s perfect tits. Her nipples immediately strain against the thin fabric of her dress, and the sight of the two small peaks goes straight to my cock.

“Becks,” she moans again, as her hands travel down my chest to palm the erection I can do nothing to hide.

I kiss her again with everything I have. It’s a blessing and a torture all wrapped up into one.

Every stroke of my tongue against hers feels like the oxygen I need, but it makes me want more, too.

I’ll never know who started it, but Talia’s thighs end wrapped around my hips and I hold her up with my hands under her thighs as I press her further against the old stone arch.

I know I should probably stop, but I can’t. My hips thrust against her center, and when she tightens her thighs around me, I worry I might lose it.

Talia doesn’t help the situation by fumbling with the buckle of my belt.

“Pretty girl,” I sound more breathless than after one of Coach Harrison’s intense training drills. “I don’t know if we should. Someone could see us.”

She looks at the dim space around us. “We’re alone. No one will see us.”

As if the universe had heard my concerns, it starts to rain. It begins with a few drops, but within seconds, curtains of water are falling at either side of the arch we’re under, effectively shielding us from view if anyone walked past us.

Or at least, giving us as much privacy as can be had, creating a perfect little alcove.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Talia.” I grunt, fighting to calm down and failing miserably.

“I want you too.”

It’s not that simple. “The thing is, I didn’t bring any protection.”

That was on purpose. Both because I didn’t want to assume and because all I was planning to do was genuinely to kiss her goodnight on her doorstep and go home.