Page 266 of Playing the Pucking Game
The game he's playing right now is driving me crazy. I understand his need to take this slow— hell, I agree and appreciate the fuck out of his thoughtfulness. But it’s driving me to the brink.
He stands before me as naked as the day he was born, save for the ink that now stains his body.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, confused.
“Uh…I said that we were showering when we got home.”
“Y-yeah, I know. I just didn’t…” Slowly, I drag down the zipper of my Vipers vest before letting it hit the floor.
Linc’s eyes blaze with heat as I reach for the hem of my long-sleeved shirt.
He groans as I peel it up my body and reveal my pretty lace bra beneath. It definitely wasn’t ideal for playing hockey in, but it’s certainly doing its job now.
Linc swallows thickly as my hands drop to my leggings.
I drag them over my ass before pulling them from my feet along with my socks, leaving me in just my underwear.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as I take two steps toward him.
The fire in his eyes is a massive confidence boost, and I stand with my shoulders back and my tits out.
“Did you want to help with the rest?” I ask coyly as I gaze up at him through my lashes.
“You have no fucking idea how much I want to help,” he confesses before reaching out and grazing my hard nipple through the lace cup of my bra.
I whimper with need.
“Turn around,” he demands. Slowly, I follow orders, giving him my back.
“Christ, this ass,” he groans, palming my bare cheeks.
“Lincoln, please,” I beg.
Dragging his knuckles up my spine, he pauses at the clasp of my bra.
“I’ve dreamed of seeing you naked again every fucking night for six years.”
My breath catches at his honesty as a little regret stirs deep within me.
What would have happened if I hadn’t walked away without looking back six years ago? Would we have figured this outearlier? Or was it too soon? Did we need this time, the distance, to allow us to come back stronger?
Fuck, I really hope it’s the latter.
In a quick flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra, and the fabric falls forward.
I groan as my full breasts are freed.
Gently, he pushes the fabric from my shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a gentle thud.
Linc’s lips kiss across my shoulder as his hand skates around my ribs. I arch for him, my ass grazing his cock as I silently beg for his touch.
The second his fingers graze the underside of my breasts, I groan and fully lean back into him, afraid that my legs will no longer hold me up once he fully gets his hands on me.
And I’m right. The second he cups my breasts with his huge, calloused palms, my knees buckle.
“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder as he gently squeezes me and pinches my nipples.
Heat surges to my core, and I wiggle my hips in the hope of some relief.
