Pucked Over (Pucked 3)

The change of topic throws me, having gone from hating on ketchup chips, to wanting sex, to this. “You mean to live with you?’

He licks his lips and nods. “Miller’s gonna put his condo on the market at the end of the season, which means he’ll be moving in with Sunny, so you should move in here.”

He’s so matter of fact. “Because it’s logical or because you want me here?” I ask.

“Option two. Unless you’re not ready.” He props his chin on his fist, looking a little unsure of himself.

“You’re positive you want me and my ketchup-chip breath in your space all the time?”

“The ketchup-chip breath I’ll deal with if it means you’re here all the time.” He drops a warm kiss on my lips. “Do you know what makes away games bearable?”

“Video phone sex?”

Randy smiles. “That’s number two on the list. Number one is knowing you’re going to be here when I get back.”

“It’s super awesome when I answer the door naked, isn’t it?”

“So awesome. Except that one time Lance was with me.”

I cringe. “He got an eyeful.” All I was wearing was a ribbon around my throat, tied in a little bow. After Lance left, Randy made me put the ribbon back on, and we had intense bathroom-vanity sex. He does not like that Lance has seen me naked, at all.

Randy makes a sound, like a growl. His version of territorial is sexy combined with vulnerable. “So you’ll move in, then?”

“End of the season?”

“Or whenever you’re ready. No pressure, though.”

I cup his face in my palms and bring his mouth to mine. “I love you.”

He smiles and grabs his phone from the coffee table, then sits back on his knees. “Say that again, please.”

“I love you.”

He passes the phone to me, and I hold it up, recording the broad expanse of muscle and ink. He’s so stunning.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in my life,” he says.

I shiver as he yanks my pants down and tosses them to the floor. I ignite when he lowers his head and puts his mouth on me.

Everything about my relationship with Randy is intense, from the sex to the way we love each other. I keep waiting for the newness to fade and the emotions to temper, but they haven’t. Being with Randy is like the first and last bite of my favorite dessert: it’s full of giddy anticipation and blissful satiety.

I don’t know if we’ll always be like this, or if things will settle with time and familiarity, but for now, we are ravenously in love.RANDY & LILY

FOREVER