Page 43 of Pucked Together

Goosebumps pop up over my skin as I savor his touch.

"You want to kiss. We'll kiss," he continues to caress my skin. "You want my mouth to go somewhere other than your lips," He leans in close. "You just tell me. Whatever you need. I want to hear it."

I nod as he sends shivers coursing across every inch of my skin.

"What if," my breath hitches as his fingers dance over my nipples. "What if I don't know what I want?"

"Hmm," he thinks about that for a second. "Well, you know what you don't want, right?"

"Yeah, I think I can figure that out as things progress."

"Ok, well, if there's something you don't want me to do or you don't like, just say 'red.' And I'll stop whatever it is we're doing."

"Red?" I ask as he continues trailing his fingers over me.

"It's a safe word."

"As in, BDSM?" I ask. He cinches his brows together in disbelief. "I'm a virgin, not a prude," I quip.

He chuckles to himself, and it's the most genuine sound. I want to hear more of it.

"A safe word is just for me to know that you actually mean 'no' instead of relying on words you might say in the heat of the moment that might cause confusion."

I can feel that familiar nervous prickle in my underarms at the thought of actually getting so caught up in the heat of a moment that I don't use words that make sense.

"Ok, red. Got it. So you'll be my fake boyfriend slash sex coach. This'll be so great."

Ryker looks at me incredulously. And then bursts out laughing again, but this time it's a full belly laugh.

"You say it like it's some kind of task. I just want you to trust yourself enough to speak up about what you like and what you don't like. You won't hurt my feelings, I promise."

We're facing each other in his bed, our noses almost touching. "Ok, but can you tell me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Are you secretly into that kinky BDSM stuff?"

He smiles big and wide. "I don't know. I've never really tried it. Guess we can find out."

The prospect of learning new things with Ryker has me both excited and nervous. If the way he's cared for me so far is any proof, I know I can trust him to take care of me at my most vulnerable.

He kisses me and then reaches over to grab the top that we discarded earlier.

"Sit up," he tells me. And I do as he says.

He slips on my tank and tsks. "I can't believe you're not wearing a bra."

"Bras suck," I admit, tugging the shirt down to my tummy.

"Yes, they do. Annoying little things, aren't they?"

"Exactly."

He laughs again. "Come on, Wildfire. Something tells me Keelan won't be too happy when he sees the mess we made in the kitchen."

He reaches his hand out to help me up, and I take hold of it, but instead of letting him lift me up, I pull him down onto the bed and quickly straddle him.

He moves his hands to my hips, and I put mine on either side of his face, bringing it up to me so I can kiss him hard and deep.