Page 63 of Power Play

What a dangerous fucking word.

“Me?”

“Yeah. Kiss me, Liam.”

I might be tough on the ice, but when she’s under me, saying my name like I’m important, like I’m so much more than a hockey player who stops a couple goals every night, I’m goddamnweak.

I don’t think there’s anything she could ask for that I wouldn’t give her.

So, I kiss her.

Softer this time, until she’s making breathy little moans from the back of her throat. Until the fingers on one of her hands press into the muscles at my neck, urging me closer, and the others dip inside her shorts.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she whispers. I pull away and glance down at her, finding her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly. “I’ve watched videos to figure out what I might like, but I haven’t found the answer yet.”

“Have you tried toys?” I rub my thumb over the curve of her knee. “Those sometimes work wonders.”

“No. Maybe I should.” Her back arches, nipples pointed and hard against her shirt. I can’t see it, but I canhearit: the wet glide of her finger. The rhythm she settles into and her quiet groan. “I’ve never come from sex.”

“Because you need more stimulation. You like to be touched somewhere more sensitive.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist, guiding her hand out of her shorts. The hand in my hair drops away and rests on her stomach. I put my thumb over hers, leading her to her clit, and I press down on the spot she liked the other night. Her moan is louder this time, her legs snapping tight against my hips, and I grin. “There you go, Piper. That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck. It doesn’t feel better. It feels like heaven. How—” Her eyes squeeze shut and she gasps. Drops her head back and bites her bottom lip. “Liam. Can you—I need—” She grasps the sheets. “I want my fingers inside me again, but I can’t get a good angle.”

“Hang on.” I pull my thumb off her and she groans, lifting her hips at the loss of contact. I tug on her shorts and work them down her thighs until they’re hooked around her ankles. I slip them off her feet and toss them to the pile with my shirt. “Christ.”

“What?” Her eyes fly open and she looks at me. “What did I do wrong?”

I shake my head, every ounce of self control telling myself to not jerk off. To keep my hands on her, not my throbbing dick, because this isn’t about me.

But seeing her in that white thong makes itreally fucking difficultto behave.

Hunger like I’ve never experienced before rolls through me when I find a wet spot on the front of the cotton, her arousal clear and evident.

I want to wrap her underwear around my fist. I want to keep them in my pocket and find out what she tastes like. I want to rub them up and down my cock until I stain them with my cum.

“You didn’t do a goddamn thing wrong. You’re perfect, Piper.”

She melts at the praise and tips her legs open wider. Her fingers disappear inside her underwear, and I never should’ve taken off her shorts.

Now I can see too much. Can hear too much. Can imagine it’s my cock fucking her, not her pointer finger, and I watch with wonder as she angles her wrist to get deeper.

“Can you—” Piper pauses for a breath. “Could you touch my clit while I’m?—”

“Fucking yourself?” I finish for her, and her face turns crimson.

“I think that will help me finish.”

I crowd her space and hold myself over her. I bend forward, one hand resting on the mattress next to her head, the other teasing up her thigh. Circling her hip bone and dropping low on her stomach.

“Remember what we talked about last time?” I say low in her ear. “Don’t think about it. I’m not here. Just take it, okay?”

She nods, exploring. The hand not in her shorts moves to her chest, and I watch her touch her tits. I watch her pinch her nipple through her shirt then hum in appreciation.

“Good,” she whispers. “That feels so good.”

I keep my mouth shut and let her sink into the moment without any distraction. I’m mesmerized by the way she tries a speed then changes her tempo, a few seconds faster, a few seconds slower.

She takes her time, drawing her pleasure out. When her breathing shifts, I push my thumb against her clit again.

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