Page 247 of Playing the Pucking Game
“I know you can’t say the same, but that night was the best night of my life.”
He shudders as I drag my nails gently down his back.
“I learned a lot that night,” I tease.
“I shouldn’t have done it,” he counters, his conscience getting the better of him.
“I begged you.”
“And I discovered just how powerless I am when you start doing that,” he teases.
I roll my hips, letting the head of his cock drag over me. The thought of him painting me with precum has my inner muscles clenching around nothing.
I want him.
All of him.
No barriers or holding anything back.
Just him. And me.
“Linc,” I repeat.
“Yeah, pretty girl. What is it you want?” he teases, his own hips moving now, driving me wild.
“I’m on birth control. I’m clean, I?—”
“Me too. I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested.”
I swallow thickly, wanting this so badly I’m terrified.
“This wasn’t how I planned it,” he confesses.
“You…you planned it.”
Biting down on his bottom lip, he nods almost shyly.
I smile, desperate to know what he was planning, but also on the brink of losing my ever-loving mind with the way he’s teasing me.
“A do-over. The way it should have been.”
I shake my head. Who is this man hovering above me, saying all these incredible things?
“Linc, I?—”
His watch starts buzzing and he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“That’s my alarm. I’ve got to go and meet my agent.”
“Really?” I balk.
“Really. He’s got some endorsement deals he wants to talk to me about. I’ve already put him off a few times.”
He dips low to steal another kiss before sitting up between my thighs.
Holy cow, I need a camera, because wow…just wow.
