Page 283 of Playing the Pucking Game

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I roll my eyes.

“You know you’d have been up for it,” he teases. “How are you feeling today after your shift on the ice yesterday?”

I stretch my legs out, testing for aches and pain.

“Surprisingly okay.”

“We’re gonna need to do that more often, babe. Best foreplay I’ve ever experienced watching you handle a stick.”

“Christ.” I laugh as he snuggles closer.

“Sexiest thing ever, watching you out there with my teammates,” he confesses, his lips brushing mine in the softest, sweetest kiss.

I moan as his tongue dances over my bottom lip. Without thought, I open for him. His tongue instantly pushes into my mouth, stroking mine.

I shift beneath him, needing to be closer still.

As our kiss continues, Linc’s hand begins to roam.

Tingles follow his palm’s journey across my body. My blood begins to heat, and my pulse picks up speed.

“Can’t get enough of you, pretty girl,” he muses against my lips as he pulls back slightly.

I whimper, unable to respond with words.

“Can I taste you?” he rasps.

Oh god.

My thighs clench, heat surging south at the thought of him down there, his tongue against my heated skin.

I nod, my teeth holding my bottom lip captive.

He lifts the covers and climbs fully on top of me.

His hips press against mine, forcing me into the mattress beneath me.

Resting on his knees with only his head visible from the sheets, he slides his hands up my side, pushing his shirt higher.

Ducking down, he kisses up my stomach, following the fabric as he exposes me.

By the time he gets to my breasts, my chest is heaving.

He groans as he licks up the underside of my needy breast and then sucks my hard nipple into his mouth.

I cry out as pleasure shoots through my body and straight to my clit.

Linc’s hand shoots up and covers my mouth, cutting off any noise.

“You’re going to need to be quiet, pretty girl.”

My eyes widen as reality slams back into me.

“Rett?” I whisper the second Linc’s hand slips away.

“In the guest room,” Linc explains.

It’s on the other side of the apartment. If he’s sleeping, he won’t hear a thing.

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