Page 234 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Don’t you want to sleep in your bed?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
A million and one reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this crash around in my head, but the second he turns to me and presses a kiss to the top of my head, they all fall away.
How can something that feels so right be wrong?
We continue forward, and I sigh with relief when I finally lay eyes on my bed. Well, his bed. Whatever.
Finally, he releases me, and I walk forward in a daze.
“Do you need anything? A drink? Something to eat?”
I shake my head as I toe my sneakers off and tug my Vipers jacket from my shoulders.
“I’m going to have a quick shower, and then I’ll?—”
“Can you get me a T-shirt?” I blurt.
When Linc doesn’t reply, I glance back over my shoulder.
What I find makes my heart skip a beat.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such a wide, happy smile on his face.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll get it right now.”
He darts from the room like the hounds of hell are snapping at his ass.
Unable to wait, I continue undressing. I peel my leggings from my legs, drag my polo from my body, and drop it all to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
I have my hands behind my back, about to unhook my bra, when his footsteps get louder.
Despite having my back to him, my lips twitch into a smirk when I hear his gasp of surprise.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he rumbles, so I don’t.
I pull the garment away from my body with a sigh of relief.
My skin prickles and my nipples pebble, knowing he has his eyes on me.
He may have seen me naked before, but that was a long time ago. I was just a girl then. I’m a woman now. Things have changed.
“Keep going,” he demands. “I want you in nothing but my T-shirt.”
Desire sits heavily between my thighs, and before I can think better of it, I tuck my thumbs into my panties and push them over my hips and down my thighs, bending a little as I do so.
Behind me, Linc groans as if he’s in physical pain.
“Better?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
My heart is racing, my temperature is soaring, but at no point do I turn around. And from the look of awe on his face, I don’t think he minds one bit.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters, finally stepping forward. “Fucking perfect.”
I wait with my breath caught in my throat for him to touch me. I’m standing here naked; surely, he?—
My thought is eradicated when fabric covers my head and then falls down over my body. His scent engulfs me, and I breathe it in as if it’s the air I need to survive.
