Page 139 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

Eventually, he tucks his face into my neck, nuzzling me before confessing, “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”

Fire shoots through me as the memory of straddling him, of his fingers circling my clit, of him standing in my bathroom with his dick in his hand, play out like a movie in my head.

“Your lasagna was pretty legendary,” I tease.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” He groans. “I was talking about how fucking incredible you looked coming all over my fingers.”

All the air rushes from my lungs and my knees threaten to give out. Thankfully, he’s got me and holds me steady against him.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard.”

My breathing becomes labored as heat builds in my core.

“And the second you put this back on…” he says, releasing one arm and tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Fuck, darlin’. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I can’t help but giggle, because I can feel it pressed against my ass.

Feeling brazen, I rub myself against him.

He grunts in surprise, and it’s the sweetest sound.

Watching him lose control last night was bean bank material that I’ll probably recycle for the rest of my life.

But it wasn’t enough. I don’t want to be watching him fall apart in another room. I want him right here in front of me.

I do roll my hips again, and his grip on me tightens, attempting to stop me.

“Sienna,” he growls. His voice is so deep it sends tingles rushing down my spine.

“I-I want to make you feel good,” I tell him, nerves colliding with the desire.

It’s not the act that has me nervous. I don’t have an issue giving him pleasure. My fear is that he’ll want more, that it’ll just be the beginning, and he’ll push to get what he wants even if I’m not ready.

Deep down, I know he won’t do that. I’ve told him I trust him, and I do. But the fear still lingers like it always does.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. But his understanding, his willingness to wait, only makes me want to do it more.

“But I want to,” I assure him, brazenly slipping my hand between us and stroking him over his jeans.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, as I realize just what he’s hiding down here.

He’s huge, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me even more apprehensive.

He sucks in a shuddering breath as I do it again before his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling my hand away.

“Hey,” I complain.

“How about we make a deal,” he suggests.

“Go on…”

“I’ll make you come in front of your pretty new tree, and then after, if you still want to, I’ll let you do whatever you like to me.”

A smile pulls at my lips, and I turn my head to look at him.

“Whatever I want?”

His exhale tickles down the neck of the oversized hoodie I’m wearing, making my nipples pebble against the soft fabric.