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I chuckled and accelerated through the green light. My heart sped up as the hotel came into view. “I, um… I might want to try something else tonight.”

Those muscles tensed and twitched again, and the seat creaked as he squirmed. “Such as?”

I licked my lips, struggling to keep my focus on the road instead of the man beside me. I wanted to slide my hand higher and find out if he, like me, was already getting hard.

But I didn’t want to run off the road, so I just rasped, “Don’t know yet. Just… kind of enjoying trying new things, I guess?”

The sound Riley made had me squirming in my seat. I could literally see our hotel from here, and it still wasn’t close enough. I wanted us naked and in bed right the hell now.

I was admittedly nervous, but I dismissed that as habit. I was nervous with everything I tried with everyone. Everything Riley and I had done so far, though—even all the things I’d been stupidly afraid to try—had been hot and perfect. This wouldn’t be any different.

Maybe tonight I can finally fuck that perfect ass.

Oh. Hell.

Yes.Thatwas what I wanted. And I wanted it tonight. I’d been nervous as hell about everything we’d done beyond blowing and jacking each other off, and every time, I’d been nervous about nothing. It was easy. Afterward, I’d caught myself thinking,Jesus, what was I so worked up over?

Sex with Riley was easy, and it was amazing, and it didn’t yank on all my mental tripwires the way I’d worked myself into believing it would.

So why keep holding back? Why not do everything I’d fantasized about doing with him? Especially since he’d admitted to fantasizing about the same things?

Not a moment too soon, I parked outside our hotel, and we finally got upstairs to Riley’s room. The instant the door was shut behind us, his mouth was on mine and we were peeling clothes off like they were on fire.

I still couldn’t believe we’d gone so long without getting naked together. I understood my own reasoning for it, and I didn’t question that. But every time I sank into bed with him, especially with my hips between those thighs and his hands sliding up my back—fuck, I never wanted to have clothes on around him again.

He pushed his hips up, rubbing his hard-on alongside mine. “Does hockey always turn you on like this?”

I laughed as I kissed down one side of his throat. “I mean, did youseethose guys?”

He laughed too, sounding vaguely drunk. “Okay, point taken.” Then I nipped his shoulder, and he sucked in a sharp hiss, arching under me. “Fuck, Nolan…”

“So you get it?” I said with a grin. “Hot hockey players, and—”

“Shut up.” He pulled my head back and kissed me. “They’re hot, but they’re not the reason I’m…” He pressed his erection against me.

I moaned and pressed back, my humor evaporating in the heat of his hunger. “Tell me what you want.”

“Anything,” he murmured. “Just want to make you scream.”

I slid my hands down over his ass and ground against him. “Anything?”

“Anything.” He swept his tongue across his lips and gazed up at me, eyes full of need that matched my own.

The words came without thought: “I really want to fuck you.”

As soon as I said it, I knew I meant it to the core. Just the thought of pushing into his tight hole had me trembling with desire.

Riley bit his lip. “I thought… I thought you only bottomed.”

Heart pounding, I whispered, “I want to change things up.”With you,I didn’t add.Only with you.I searched his eyes. “Do you want to—”

“God, yeah. Are, um…” He held my gaze. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.” I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks. “I want you so bad.”

That little whimper and the way he melted against me—fuck, there wasn’t a sexier man on the planet than the one I was kissing and touching. And I was going to fuck him tonight? Finally?

Jesus, I was going to come just thinking about it.

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