Page 267 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Are you wet for me?” Linc whispers in my ear, making me shudder.
“Yes.”
“Just wet, or soaked?”
“Find out.”
He groans as his hands drop to my hips. I want to complain at the loss of his touch, but I know better things are coming.
He hooks his thumbs into the side of my panties before dragging them down.
Glancing over my shoulder, I discover he’s dropping with them. As the lace hits my ankles, he’s resting on his haunches, my ass right in his face.
Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to my ass cheek as he taps one ankle and then the other to get me to lift up to free my panties.
He moans the second he wraps his fingers around them.
“Soaked,” he groans as he lifts them to his face and inhales. “And so fucking sweet.”
I cringe, remembering just how sweaty and disgusting I was while chasing him and the others around the ice earlier, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He discards them the second I turn around, and his eyes drop to my body.
His jaw tics as his teeth clench and his throat ripples with a heavy swallow.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Parker.” He steps forward, splaying his hands on my stomach and then sliding them around my back, pinning our bodies together. “And all mine.”
“Linc.”
“Say it,” he demands.
I hold his eyes so he can see the truth in the next word that falls from my lips.
“Yours.”
One minute, I’m standing there with the heat of him against my back, and the next, I’m in the shower with water raining down on me.
Linc wraps one hand around the back of my neck and bands his other arm around my back, pinning us together before kissing the life out of me.
I cling to him just as tightly as he does me as he completely consumes me.
When our lips finally part, I’m panting, my chest heaving with my need for air.
“Parker,” he whispers, stepping into me and giving me no choice but to move back.
I gasp when my back hits the cold tiles, but the second his body presses against me, I forget all about it.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“I think you already are,” I point out, covering his hand that’s resting on my waist with my own.
“Y-yeah, I am. But that’s not what I mean.”
“I know,” I whisper, taking his hand and sliding it across my stomach, and then down.
I swear he stops breathing.
“I’m yours, Linc,” I tell him. “Tease me, touch me, take me. Do whatever you want to me, just…just don’t let me fall.”
