Page 30 of Crossing Lines

I blinked a few times, gathering my wits. When he kissed me, it was like nothing else. “Guess we were both remembering the same thing.” As a slight smirk teased my lips, I grasped his hand in mine and led him down the hallway, the gray industrial carpet quieting our steps.

When we reached my apartment, I let him inside. The city twinkled outside my patio doors, giving the room a soft glow. As I strolled past the galley kitchen, he tugged on my arm.

“Ryan, we’re doing this, right? You’re not going to turn me away?” He snapped his brows together and stepped to me, our chests touching. He brushed a lock of my curly bangs off my forehead. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you.”

My pulse hammered in my chest. “Oh, I might.” Was I already too far gone to even consider ethics at this point? I might be.

“Come on, you go put your leg up on the couch, and I’ll get you an ice pack.” He strode into my kitchen, flicking on the overhead canned lighting along the way. “I assume you have an icepack in your freezer?” He stopped with his hand on the handle. “I mean, youwerea hockey player.”

With a quick chuckle, I said, “Yep.” I ambled to the couch and sat at one end, then lifted my leg. Hopefully, the fucking knee wasn’t going to swell up on me. I reached over to my side table and switched on a lamp.

Jonah appeared with two bottled waters, an ice pack, and some paper towels. “Take off your jeans.” He smirked at me.

“What?” I stared at him.

Lifting the ice pack, he said, “It works better on bare skin. You know that.” He dropped beside me. “Or do you wantmeto take off your jeans?” His pupils flared. “I’m not going to lie. If I do it, I might get distracted.” He glanced at my swelling groin.

Fuck, he could get me hard just by looking at me. “Yeah, I’ll do it.” I shimmied my jeans down my legs, then kicked them off, my dick at half-mast inside my briefs. I wanted him to touch me again. I’d almost blown a load with a few of his strokes at the damn bar. It was like he’d turned me into a teenager again.

He propped the paper towel and the ice pack on my knee, then twisted a bottle of water open. “Here.” He handed it to me.

I gulped some water down. “You know, I barely had a chance to have a drink at the bar. I have some good Canadian whisky here if you want to pour us both one.” Maybe it would settle my nerves a bit as well.

Scratching his temple, he said, “Yeah, well, I’m three shots and three beers in, so I think I’ll stick with water.” He stood up. “But I’ll get you a whisky. Where is it?” He strode toward the kitchen.

“In the liquor cabinet there.” I pointed toward my dark wooden buffet cabinet, centered on the wall, which most people would use for fine china. But for me, it was my makeshift bar.

“Oh.” With a grin playing on his lips, he pivoted to the liquor cabinet and poured me a whisky into a low-ball glass, then brought it to me and sat down again.

I sipped my drink and hissed with the woodsy burn slidingdown my throat. “Damn, I needed that.” Especially after this crazy, fucked-up night. My gaze found his. But was it though? He was here, in my apartment. It was like a dream, really. I took another long drink, letting the alcohol buzz through my veins, then set my glass on the side table.

“How’s the knee?” He inspected the ice pack, then focused on me, resting his hand on the sofa back and leaning over me.

“It’s uh, numb, actually.” I gazed deeply into his blue eyes, the pupils wide. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in, slanting my mouth over his and slipping my tongue between his lips.

Closing his eyes, he freed a soft moan, then kissed me harder, tangling our tongues. His hand brushed over my shirt and crept under to tease my nipple into a hard nub.

“Fuck.” Sensation sparked from my chest to pulse in my dick. I hardened in an instant, the crown peeking through the band of my briefs. My balls ached. God, what he did to me, and we’d barely gotten started.

He left my mouth to nibble on my chin, then lower, biting and licking the column of my neck. “I want all of you, Ryan.” He pinched my other nipple.

With a gasp, my body jerked, and my hips thrust. “Yeah?” Did he want to fuck? But it seemed too quick, and we needed to talk before we did something like that. I hadthingsto tell him. Plus, I wanted to get to know him slowly. Shit, I was already thinking this wasn’t going to be a one-and-done thing.

Lifting my shirt, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, then the other. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He bit and nibbled his way down my stomach.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, gasping as his teeth brushed over my abs. Was he going to suck me off? My cock jerked and beaded precum at the tip.

Stopping with his hands on the band of my underwear, he said, “You want this, right?” He snapped his gaze to mine, his eyelids hooded over his darkened eyes.

“Fuck yes, I want it,” I gritted out and squirmed on the couch cushions. “And when you’re done, let me take care of you.” My mouth watered. What would he taste like?

He lowered my briefs, my dick standing tall against my stomach, and swiped his tongue around his lips. “Fuck, you have a nice cock.” With a groan, he lowered his hot, wet mouth over me, fisting the base of my dick, and devoured me.

“Jesus fuck.” As pleasure jolted up my spine, my hips twitched and I tipped my head back, my mouth dropping open.

Twisting his head over my cock, he pumped the base with one hand while fondling my balls with the other. As saliva leaked out of his mouth, he slid it onto my taint and rubbed the crease of my ass.

Sensation heated over my skin and I thrust into his willing mouth. I was at his mercy, and he knew what he was doing. “Oh fuck, so good, Jonah.” I watched his head bob over me as pleasure knotted inside my gut. My balls drew up. No way I was going to last. “I’m, uh, about to come.”

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