Page 126 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Oh my god,” she whimpers.

“I’ll find it,” I promise as I kiss down her neck.

She shudders in my hold, her skin breaking out in goose bumps.

“Pineapple,” she suddenly blurts, making me smile against her soft, sweet skin.

“Pineapple it is. You say that word at any point, and I stop. You got that? Today, next week, next month, next year.”

Her breath catches.

“N-next year?” she stutters.

“Yeah, darlin’. And the ones that come after that.”

Sienna might not be aware, but she’s the one for me. I’ve been waiting for her for fifteen years; nothing is going to take her away from me now.

“Okay,” she breathes a beat before I lift her onto my lap.

As much as I want to continue where we left off, I can’t for a moment. I just have to look at her.

Her hair is still twisted up on her head from her bath, her face is bare of makeup, her lips are swollen from my kiss, and she’s wearing my goddamn hoodie.

Right now, she’s my every fantasy come to life.

All I need to do is discover what she’s wearing beneath.

The thought of her being bare has my dick aching in the confines of my pants.

I decided against sweats tonight, knowing that at some point she was bound to make me harder than steel, and I didn’t want the sight of me trying to bust through the fabric to freak her out. I’m fucking regretting it now though, because there’s no fucking space.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my hands resting on her knees that are on either side of my thighs. “So fucking sexy.”

Her blush deepens. I love it. I love seeing how she reacts to my touch and my dirty words.

“You belong in my number, you know that?”

Her breathing becomes more and more labored as I slowly start to slide my palms up her thighs.

Her skin is incredibly soft; it drives me wild, thinking about how it might feel against my lips if I were to kiss my way up them.

Soon, a little voice whispers.

Take your time.

“Calvin,” she gasps when I get to the top of her thighs, my fingers disappearing beneath the fabric of my hoodie.

My hands tremble with barely restrained self-control. Can she feel it?

I search her eyes, looking for the answer, but all I see reflected back at me is lust.

“You good?” I rasp, and she nods. “Just say the word. Anytime. You can trust me.”

It’ll fucking kill me to stop. But I will. Instantly.

She might not get it, but I’ll do anything she asks of me. Anything. All I want in return is her.

“You’re trembling,” I point out.