Page 92 of Risking the Pucking Defense

My nipples pebble against the soft fabric, and the second he notices, a deep growl rumbles in his chest.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Sit back,” I demand.

“W-what?”

I can’t help but laugh when his brows pull together.

“Sit back,” I repeat, shoving at his chest, not that I think for a second that I’ll be able to move him.

As understanding dawns, he falls back onto his ass, his arms landing by his sides, but his eyes never leave me, and they only get wider as I climb onto his lap, sitting astride his thick thighs.

“Now, where were we?” I ask, grabbing his hands and placing them on my waist before looping mine around his neck and leaning in to resume our kiss.

The world falls away—my past, my fears, any thoughts of what a massive fucking mistake this might be—because when his lips are on mine, nothing else matters.

“Hayden,” I groan into our kiss, sinking lower onto his lap. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as I brush against his erection.

A deep moan rumbles in his chest.

His head falls back against the couch, and he looks up at me through hooded lids.

“I have to be dreaming,” he rasps, his jaw pulled tight.

Finding his hands still on my waist, I slide them down to my ass, encouraging him to help me move.

“Fuck. Yeah. This is a dream,” he confirms, moving me against him.

I can’t help but laugh. The awe on his face is everything.

“Shit. I need you,” he blurts before one of his hands wraps around the back of my neck and drags my lips back to his.

The fire burning inside me turns into an out-of-control inferno, and from the way Hayden thrusts up against me, and how his touch turns rough and desperate, I don’t think I’m the only one.

“H-Hailee, I⁠—”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, chasing a high that’s just in reach.

“Never, Hails. Never. Take what you need. Use me. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

I’ve made a point of not believing any word a man has told me since moving here. I’d learned that none of them could be trusted. But suddenly, everything shifts, and I can’t help taking every single word that comes out of Hayden’s mouth as the truth. Promises he fully intends to follow through with.

“Make me come,” I demand, desperate for the relief. My body is coiled so tight; I swear I’m going to shatter if I don’t find the end soon.

“Fucking hell,” he groans before kissing down my throat, one hand tight on my hip, helping me move over him as we grind together, the other brazenly finding my breast.

“Yes,” I gasp as he squeezes me with just the right amount of pressure before pinching my nipple behind the lace. “Oh God, Hayden.”

My entire body trembles, my temperature soaring as I chase down the high.

It’s right there.

Right fucking there.

My grip on his shoulders tightens. He might have his shirt on still, but I have no doubt I’ll leave little crescents in his skin.

“There. Right there,” I chant as my body tightens. “Hayden. Yes. Please. Yes. Yes,” I cry as the release crashes into me.