Page 238 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Lincoln,” I scream as he covers the side of my face in bubbles. “What the hell?”
Darting forward, I dip my hand into the water and splash it at him.
It hits him in the chest, and I get to watch as the rivulets roll down the lines of his stomach before soaking into his waistband.
“Look at that; you’re all wet.”
“Hmm,” he hums as he closes in on me. “The question is, are you?”
I gasp as my lower back hits the counter.
I look left then right and quickly discover that he’s pinned me into the corner.
“Linc,” I warn, although I can admit that it comes out as more of a moan.
His eyes flash with desire as he steps closer, his body heat burning down my front.
“God, Parker. You’re fucking killing me,” he groans, leaning forward to press his forehead against mine. “Can I kiss you? Please, tell me that I can kiss you.”
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It shouldn’t be so hot that he’s asking for permission, should it?
His eyes are dark and hungry, his chest heaving as he waits for my answer.
The whole thing blows my mind because I’m not sure Linc has ever waited for anything before in his life.
He’s the kind of man who just takes.
Or at least, he is to the outside world. The version of him that I get is very, very different. And it doesn’t escape my attention how freaking lucky I am to know this side of him.
“Linc,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.
His hand slides up my arm, making me shudder with anticipation before he wraps it around the back of my neck, his fingers massaging my tight muscles as he patiently waits for my response.
“Oh god,” I moan when he hits a bit that makes me want to purr like a cat. “Yes, please. Kiss m—” He cuts me off with his lips, brushing mine with the sweetest of kisses.
I reach for him, my hands sliding up his sculpted back. His muscles ripple at my touch, and knowing that I’m affecting him when I’m barely touching him lights me up inside.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my lips.
But what if he does?
The thought hits me from nowhere.
“Parker?” he questions, pulling back slightly when he feels me tense. “What’s wrong?”
“What happens if…” I close my eyes, already regretting opening my mouth.
“What happens if what, pretty girl?”
“What happens if you do?”
I swallow thickly, feeling vulnerable, but I’ve come too far to turn back now. “Get enough of me.”
My eyes fly open when Linc lets out a laugh. I frown at the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes.
