Page 69 of Playing the Pucking Game
“It’s okay,” I breathe, noticing how raspy my voice is.
Holy cow. Am I…am I turned on?
I focus on my body, on the new sensations racing through me, and how everything seems to start and end between my thighs.
My chest heaves with my increased heart rate as we continue to stare at each other.
Nothing happens, yet at the same time, I think everything does.
Linc pushes higher on his knees, bringing us closer together.
His eyes bounce between mine as if he’s trying to read something within them.
And when they drop to my lips, I swear I stop breathing altogether.
He wants to kiss me.
Lincoln Storm wants to kiss me.
Me.
He moves closer, and my head begins to spin; the room around me disappears. But just before I think he’s going to take the final plunge, his cell begins ringing.
He jumps back as if he’s been slapped, and my entire body sags in disappointment.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he climbs to his feet and pushes his hand into his pocket to retrieve his cell, but as he does, I notice something. Hell, it’s not exactly hard to miss, especially when his hand helps to pull the fabric tight across his crotch.
He’s hard.
Heat floods south, and I rub my thighs together.
As he swipes the screen, he glances down at himself, and then very briefly at me. His cheeks are pink, yet his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. It’s the weirdest mix of cute and sexy I’ve ever seen.
But no sooner do our eyes collide than he opens his mouth.
“Rett,” he barks before racing from the room as if the place is on fire.
19
PARKER
Iwake with a start, that memory so vivid in my mind it might as well have just happened.
That was the day my childhood crush on Lincoln Storm turned into something much more serious.
He became something of an obsession.
But as much as I wanted more, he seemed to want the opposite because he backed right off, leaving me yearning for another innocent touch.
Casey returned with tales of her vacation and a boy she had a little fling with. Jealousy threatened to burn me to ash when she told me about kissing him on the beach.
I wanted a summer kiss.
But it wasn’t to be.
The holidays passed, we all went back to school, and I only really ever saw Linc in passing or when he was hanging out with Rett. Hockey took over all our lives, as it always does when the season starts every fall, and time just ran away from us.
I watched him from afar, of course, but I eventually lost any hope that that afternoon meant anything to him.
