Page 79 of Hockey Wife

That she did. She leaned over, one hand on his uninjured shoulder, the other splayed on one pec, and pushed as if that somehow signaled victory. Shifting an inch, her ass nudged his erection, the heat of her fabric-covered pussy over his abs an erotic furnace.

She squirmed, and there it was: a reveal of pleasure across her pretty features.

“I’m at your mercy,” he said.

“You are.” Her words were soft, accompanying another slight shift of her body, an ever so subtle grind.

“Take it.”

She swallowed. “What?”

Your pleasure. “Your revenge.”

Her fingers curled around his good shoulder, digging in. “For what?”

“Underestimating you. Calling you weak.”

“You might not like it.”

He had a feeling he would. He had a feeling he’d like any form Georgia’s revenge took. “So what if I don’t? This is for you.”

She moved back another inch, another glance of his erection, the effect obvious. The fabric of her panties felt hot and damp against his skin.

Her lips parted but nothing emerged. She seemed frozen, unsure how to proceed.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, and when she still appeared hesitant, he added, “Or show me.”

That seemed to work better for her. Verbal wasn’t in her wheelhouse right now, but she could take his hand and?—

Place it over the front of her panties.

“You don’t have to get too wordy, but I need one thing. A yes.”

“Yes,” she said immediately.

“And you’ll tell me if you don’t want anything. If I do a single thing you don’t like.”

“Yes.”

Reaching up, she placed a hand on the headboard and her body a few inches off his abs. He slipped his hand underneath, in between her thighs, and cupped her.

Christ, she was as warm as the sun right there.

He rubbed along the fabric, getting her used to how his hand felt. Tracing a finger along the lacy edge inside one thigh, he pulled at the elastic and snuck inside. Just a touch. Then out again.

She squirmed. “Tease.”

Again, he traced the edge, only this time he stretched the strip of cotton back to reveal soft, wet flesh.

She moaned, which had him practically hissing with pleasure. With a seeking index finger, he rubbed along her slit, then took his other hand and pulled her panties aside for better access. Still not enough.

“Take ’em off.” His voice sounded gruff, bossy.

She adjusted enough so he could roll her panties off, then hold her steady while she pulled them down one leg, then the other. Positioning her back over him, he palmed the soft thatch of blonde curls before delving between her folds with one thumb. Her entire body shivered at the intrusion.

Taking two fingers, he stroked through her soft, sensitive flesh, relishing all the wetness he found there.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

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