Page 48 of Puck Shots
Luka chuckles but doesn’t reply, and the moment we’re through my bedroom door, my hands are quick to strip him free of the jersey.
“Is that a new rug?” Eli asks as I move onto his pants.
“Yeah, I figured we could do some extra sound proofing. I installed a lock, too.”
“You did?” he asks, tilting his head to look past me to the door.
“While I’m not opposed to public gawking, I figured you’d be more comfortable knowing Luka won’t just walk in on us.”
“Helps if you actually lock it.” He laughs, and I glance back.
“Shit,” I say, stripping off my pants on the way to the door. “It was your fault, really, what with you looking all sexy wearing my jersey.”
“It was like being wrapped in a blanket of you,” he says, and the blush returns to his cheeks as he wraps his long arms around himself, suddenly all shy.
I close the distance between us.
“I like the idea of that.”
Brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. The adrenaline of winning tonight’s game is nothing compared to the way my heart races when I touch him. I press my lips softly to his, tiny pulses of electricity flowing between us. His hands move to circle my waist and then dip to my ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“You have a perfect ass, you know that?” he asks a breath away.
“I think it’s alright.”
I slyly as possible make a start on inching his pants down his thighs.
“It’s better than alright. All I kept thinking of after you went back into the locker rooms was about you in the showers getting it all soapy.”
“Is that the first time you’ve imagined me naked?” I ask, taking his pants over his ass and letting them fall to his ankles. I trace the back of my fingers up his arm to his shoulder.
“No.”
I lean in and kiss his collarbone.
“What else have you imagined?”
“Being in here with you,” he replies in a whisper.
“Like this?”
“In your bed.”
“Okay,” I say, and I walk over to my bed, pulling back the covers and climb in. “What next?” I ask and he steps out of his pants, drops his glasses to the bedside table, and climbs in beside me. He lies back on the pillow, cheeks flushed, chest moving faster, and I prop my head on my hand to gaze down at him.
“I know what I’d like to do to you right now, but I want to hear what you imagined, if you’ll tell me.”
“There was kind of more than one time.” He smiles.
“Well, how about you tell me which fantasy you want to make come true first, and we’ll go from there?”
“First, you kissed me, slow, like I…”
“Like what?” I ask, leaning close, ready to kiss those perfect lips, but I want to wait until he tells me the rest.
“Like I was the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
“That one’s easy, you are,” I say, and then my mouth is on his, his hand comes up, and fingers slide through the hair at the back of my neck, and fuck, it feels incredible.
