Page 79 of One Good Puck
A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Hazard of being a workaholic hockey coach. Not much time for anything else.”
I run my fingers through his thick hair. “I like lots of foreplay.”
I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll be okay with that.
That devilish grin is back. “I do too.”
“Really?’
He nods.
That nervousness inside of me eases. “It just takes a lot to warm me up for the…main event.”
He grins wider and reaches up, tucking a chunk of my hair behind my ear. “You’re fucking adorable,” he rasps.
I smile, happy that Gavin is up for what I want to do. That he’s not annoyed or intimidated by my bedroom preferences like other guys have been.
“You’re really okay with that?” I ask.
He nods.
“You seem surprised,” he says.
I play with the collar of his shirt. “Foreplay doesn’t seemto be a priority for most of the guys I’ve been with, unfortunately.”
His gaze turns focused, and he slips his hand up my dress, grazing my inner thigh.
“I’m going to give you everything you want tonight, Abby. Every single thing.”
I gasp when I feel his fingers skim the crotch of my panties, grazing over my clit.
“Do you like this? Do you like it when I touch you here?”
My breath kicks up. “Yes…keep going…please…”
“Fuck, sweetness. The way you sound when you say please is gonna be the end of me.”
He hooks his finger over the side of my panties, then slowly pulls them down my legs. When they’re at my ankles, I step out of them. He holds them up, his eyes fiery as he examines the delicate black lace. When he runs his thumb along the soaking wet crotch, that devilish grin reappears.
“So wet.”
My cheeks flush. “I can’t help it. Just kissing you turned me on so much.”
He holds my gaze, then raises his thumb to his mouth and sucks on it, letting out a low, satisfied hum.
My jaw falls open at just how filthy that is…and how much I like it.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs. “I’m dying to know how you taste when you come. But first.”
He slides his hand back up my inner thigh and presses his palm against my soaking wet pussy. My clit aches as pleasure jolts through me, and my legs start to shake. I whimper.
“First, I wanna make you come like this,” he says.
He moves his hand so he can slide a finger into my pussy.
He grunts. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“I…it’s been a while,” I say through a breath.
