Page 210 of Playing the Pucking Game
I look…thoroughly satisfied.
It’s a good look on me.
I make quick work of what I need to do before attempting to smooth down my hair—hopelessly—before walking back out.
This time, my legs are steady, but the nerves are stronger in my stomach.
It’s just Linc, I tell myself.
Yeah, Linc, who just watched me get off twice.
And like he promised, he didn’t touch me once.
I shouldn’t be surprised; this is Linc we’re talking about.
A man who knows what he’s doing.
I turn the light off and immediately discover that he’s done the same in the bedroom. The only light, glowing from a bedside lamp.
I walk around the corner with my heart in my throat and confusion warring within me.
I believe that he didn’t turn up at my door hoping for a booty call. I’m completely to blame for what just went down in here. If I’d known, I’d have quickly put my vibrator away...or would I?
Deep down, did I leave it all there, knowing it was him and hoping something would happen? We both know it’s been building over the past few weeks. Despite not wanting to acknowledge it, it was inevitable, wasn’t it?
My head is spinning as I round the corner, but the second my eyes land on him, it stops. He’s resting back against the headboard with the sheets pooled low on his stomach, so low in fact, I question whether he still has his underwear on or not.
I don’t need to put much thought into which I’d prefer.
Lock it down, Donnelly.
Draw the line.
You’ve done enough.
Linc’s eyes track me as I move across the room and to the other side of the bed.
The air is heavy between us, but neither of us speaks as I pull the covers back and slip into bed with him.
The second I settle, I become achingly aware that I’m still not wearing any underwear.
Damn it.
Would it be weird to get back up now and put some on?
“Hey,” Linc says, interrupting my freak-out.
“H-hey,” I stutter. “Are you really sleeping here?”
“If you’ll let me.”
As much as I might be spinning out over all this, I’m not sure I’ve got it in me to send him away.
The truth is, I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep without him, either.
I may not want to admit it, but his presence calms me, and I’ve slept better than I have in ages the last few nights.
As much as I might want to say it’s the exhaustion that did it, I know that would be a lie.
