Page 46 of Power Play

“Yeah.” Liam’s voice is raw and hoarse. Tinged with desire, and I imagine his words against my neck or the curve of my knee. Between my breasts and thighs. “When a guy is in the moment, anything can make him hard.”

“Then why aren’t we doing more? I might not know if your fingers can get me off, but Idoknow what comes after that.” I gesture at his shorts wildly. “And it has to be more fun than kissing.”

“You deserve to be fucked right, Piper, and that means taking our time. Going slow and working you up to it. I’d hurt you if I tried to push inside you right now, and that’s the last damn thing I’m ever going to do, okay?” I nod, biting my lip to keep from smiling as he continues. “You’re going to listen to me so this can be good for you, and I’m telling you we’re not doing anything else tonight. Okay?”

Hell.

I love bossy Liam.

I’ve heard him shout out calls and bark out orders on the ice. I’ve watched him pinpoint where his teammates were weak on aplay, but being on the receiving end unlocks a different side of me.

I want to listen to his every word while also wanting to know what would happen if I disobey. I squirm, a distant thought of his hand on the curve of my ass invades my mind, and I think I might be ruined.

“Okay,” I whisper, the word heavy on my tongue.

His thumb grazes over my nipple and I stifle a groan. It’s too much. It’s not enough. “Good.”

“Do I get to touch you? I want to see what you look like.”

“Not tonight. This is about you, remember?” Liam lowers his mouth to my breast. He blows a hot puff of air against the threadbare cotton of my dress and I whine. “I wonder if I could make you come like this. By teasing you. Riling you up. Would you beg for it?”

I would.

I’d get on my knees and promise everything I have if it meant I could find the release I’m so desperately craving.

A warm, aching feeling starts low in my bely. It’s like a fire; dull at first, then turning into an inferno the longer he touches me. The longer he keeps his mouth inches away from my nipple, another puff of air ghosting over my chest.

I’ve experienced it before when I’ve been in bed and lifting my hips, trying to find the best kind of friction.

It’s never been like this, though.

Powerful.

Addictive.

A whole-body experience.

“He never did,” I admit. “It usually took some work to make me finish. Sometimes I can’t even make myself finish.”

“That’s the wrong thing to tell me, Piper.” He pulls the straps of my dress down. The cool apartment air bites at my skin and his gaze never leaves mine. “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

“Are you always this confident?”

“When it’s something I know I’m going to win I am.”

“Then maybe you should hurry up.”

Liam lifts his eyebrow, a grin curling on his mouth, and I’m worried I said the wrong thing.

Was that sexy? Obnoxious? Too forward? Not enough?

I’m used to keeping my mouth shut in the bedroom. Smiling instead of speaking. Nodding instead of moaning, and I have no clue if I’m doing this right.

“I see the wheels turning in your head,” he says.

“You’re talking to me and I thought I should talk to you. I don’t know if you even like to be talked to, but I?—”

“I like to be talked to. I like to be told what to do too.” His grin melts into a smirk. “Can I look at you, Piper?”

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