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“We can’t do this,” he says.
“I know,” I tell him because he has a point. My Sebastian isn’t unintelligent.
“It’s a bad idea.”
“Terrible.” I dive into his mouth again, sucking on his tongue, and rolling him over so we are side by side. Our legs tangle, and my cock reaches to touch his. I am hard. A rock. A mountain. One of those indestructible tanks built in military factories with decades of technology from the brightest minds in the world behind me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Sebastian
Luke is still kissing me. He was kissing me last night, but now it is morning, and he is still kissing me.
Nothing has changed.
I should squirm from his grip. I should talk about professionalism and duty.
But I cannot do that, like I cannot tell oxygen I no longer desire it.
Luke stretches beside me, his bare skin tangling with my own. My nerve endings leap, and I know it’s for joy, and I want to tell them not to celebrate. Because Luke and I might have this moment right now, when it’s morning and we don’t yet have to prepare for the flight back to Boston, but we might not have it again.
This is to be treasured. I want to remember this moment forever because good moments are precious. I value each one I’ve made, but nothing has surprised me more than this.
Luke pulls back, and my heart breaks, but then he whispers, “I want to feel you,” and everything makes sense again.
“Good idea.”
“Hockey players have some smarts,” Luke says.
“Like I don’t know how difficult it is to play hockey. All the analyzing you have to do.”
His eyes gleam. “So about that Blizzards jersey with my name on it...”
“You should be undressing.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll help you.”
“Also fine.” His eyes dance. “But you didn’t answer the question. How many of my games have you seen?”
“Well considering I hate hockey...” I scrunch my lips together.
“Right. Maybe it’s fun to wear.”
“Pretty often,” I admit, and he gives a startled laugh.
“I don’t hate hockey, not really,” I explain. “One of my mom’s boyfriends was into it. He taught me about it.”
“That’s nice.”
“He wasn’t nice. He’s in prison now. But you take the good moments when they come and appreciate it.”
“I appreciate you,” Luke says.
“I appreciate you too.” I remove Luke’s shirt, marveling at his perfect pecs and awesome abs. “You look so good.”
He smiles. “That makes two of us.”
