Page 95 of Revenge Puck

“Love you, too.”

I rinse my hands, dry them, then lumber toward the entry. Steel myself before pulling open the front door, only to bemomentarily stupefied by the sight of Juliette standing on the other side.

Yes, I was expecting her.

Yes, I was fully aware she’d be ringing my doorbell at seven.

No, I wasn’t ready for how she’d look.

Her hair is down—down, not braided within an inch of its life—falling onto her shoulders in loose waves, long and soft. Button-down shirt is only buttoned to the center of her chest, lace bra flirting with my line of vision. Same jeans. Same shoes.

Pink lips.

Doe eyes.

Super fucking pretty.

When I saw her several hours ago, she could have blended in with the librarians—hair braided, conservative outfit, all business and no flirting. Not even with Storm, though that doesn’t stop him from trying.

The thought of him has me scowling as I gaze down at her.

There’s a half beat where I stand here a second too long, taking her in, and she shifts under my scrutiny.

Shit.

She’s supposed to be falling in love with you, not getting creeped out by you, dude.

Right.

Time to start laying on the charm.

“Please, come to the kitchen.” Without fully thinking it through, I lean down and press a quick kiss to her cheek as she passes over the threshold, and it catches us both off guard, a littleOof surprise forming on her mouth.

Then—because she smells so fucking good—I wrap my arms around her waist and finish the job, pulling her against my body for a kiss.

It’s not tentative.

Her hands fly to my chest on instinct, a quiet sound of surprise escaping her before her tongue meets mine. And not to brag, but yeah, she melts against me. Fingers curling into my shirt, body fitting into mine.

I angle my head, deepen it enough to make my dick twitch.

When we pull back, she’s out of breath. Touches the tips of her fingers to her lips.

“Well,” she says, voice a little unsteady. “That escalated quickly.”

“You started it.”

She laughs. “I did not.”

“You showed up looking likethat.”Like a straight-A librarian with a filthy secret. The prim little button-down.Beneath it? I already know what sort of shit she wears and that memory alone makes my dick harder still.

Fuck.

Her chin notches defiantly. “Looking like what, exactly?”

I lean in, close enough that my mouth brushes her ear. “Like you wanted to be kissed.”

Her breath stutters when I nibble her earlobe.