I looked up and into the prettiest pair of green eyes I knew.Puck watched me from his golden mask, his cheeks flushed from the sun and exertion and probably something else.
“What are you going to do with me?”he said, tongue flicking the silver ring in his lower lip.
All the blood drained from my upper body and into my lower half as I tried to adjust to the dizzying arousal.
“I’ll tell you what I’d like to do with you,” I said, barely giving the words volume.
I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.He stepped forward, so close I smelled leather and the musk of his sweat.
“Say that again.”
Puck’s soft breath feathered over my skin as I struggled to remain coherent in the face of a tsunami of lust.
“I’ll tell you what I’d like to do with you,” I repeated, slightly louder.He was so close now.
We gazed at each other, emotion and need flaring between us like a firestorm.
“What do you want to do with me?”he whispered.
“I want…” I almost choked on the words.“I want—everything.”
“I’ll give youeverything.But we’re in the middle of a field.It would cause quite the scandal if I gave it to you right this minute.”
I smiled briefly at his joke, aroused beyond measure.
“A kiss, then?”
Our faces were only inches apart.Puck seemed like an otherworldly apparition in his golden mask.He nodded once, then his lips found mine and we kissed—so softly, that I gasped with the tender heat of it.I clamped down on the part of me that wanted to devour him, and instead, cherished the sweetness of this moment.
The kiss affected me, so much so that when Puck pulled back with a sigh, I stood paralyzed and breathless.
“I know a place where we can—” Puck swallowed and licked his lips.“—have some time alone.Undisturbed.”
I nodded, afraid to speak.
“Meet me tonight?Outside the bunkhouse.Around eleven?”
I nodded again.
The hint of a smile emerged on his face.I think he was amused at my tortured state.
“You going to be okay?”
“I don’t think so.”
He laughed and I wrapped trembling fingers around his bicep, feeling the strength of his sinewy muscles.
“I need to take you to the grooming barn.”
“Yeah.I’m a mess.”
I shook my head.“No.You’re not.But I can’t fucking deal with the way you look and feel and smell right now.So I’d better take you there before I make a really bad decision.”
He laughed again.“Oliver…”
“Puck.I’m in way over my head, here.”
He sobered and gave me such an intense and tender look, I felt it in my bones.
“Take me to the grooming barn, Oliver.”
“Okay.”
“And meet me at the bunkhouse tonight.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
