He holds his hands up. “I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say that last night was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”
My chest warms at that.
“But that doesn’t mean that it should’ve happened.”
“I thought we were past fighting this,” I grit out, frustration clogging my throat.
“I’m your coach.”
“I’m aware.”
“I’m also twelve years older than you.”
“I’m also aware.”
“Why don’t either of those things seem to bother you?”
“They do. I can’t lose my scholarship, and hockey is the most important thing in my life right now. But I’m also tired of pretending like I don’t like you. That I like being around you. Despite you more often than not being a dick to me.”
He scoffs. “You can dish it back.”
“Not saying I don’t,” I concede. “But those things seem insignificant when we’re alone, just the two of us. Don’t they?”
His throat bobs. “Yeah.” The way I slept in his arms last night, the safety and comfort I felt the entire way through, how could that be wrong?
“Then let’s just enjoy this, alright? When winter break is over and everyone is back, this little bubble that we’ve been in since last night is going to pop, and I don’t want to spend our time where we can see how this actually goes constantly focusing on the reasons we shouldn’t be doing it. Do you?”
“No. But it won’t always be like this. If we’re going to do this?—”
“We are.” I give him a pointed look.
“Then we need to be careful.”
“We will be.”
He steps forward and rubs his hands down my arms. “You seem awfully confident about that.”
“Because in case you haven’t noticed, when I put my mind to something, I do whatever it takes to get it. And right now, I want you.”
“You do, huh?”
I bite my lip and nod, hands brushing against his bare abs. He jolts with the light touch, and I drag my fingers lower, teasing his waistband. “I can still feel you between my legs this morning.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as his hips buck beneath my touch. I love getting a reaction out of him. Maybe I have since the start, and that’s part of why I haven’t been able to stay away. To see someone usually so detached, so aloof, and be able to get some sort of reaction out of him…it’s satisfying.
And thinking back to last night and the way he lost control with me, I want him to do that again.
He dips his head, waiting for a kiss, but I smile coyly and dodge his advance. He frowns, but that quickly melts away as I sink to my knees and lightly push him back against the counter.
“Lennon,” he says my name like a plea and curse wrapped into one. His fists ball against the edge of the marble. The wood floor is cold beneath my knees, but I’m anything but chilled.
My blood runs hot throughout my body as I look up at him through my lashes, seeing the imposing figure he makes as he towers over me. His abs flex, and I feel a pull between my legs at the sight.
Slipping my fingers beneath his waistband, I tug his sweatpants down. His cock springs forward the moment it’s free, hard and dripping already. My mouth waters at the sight, and Luke cups the back of my head. Not to push me forward, but more like an anchor for us both. A connection point when I’m in such a submissive position.
A thrill shoots through me.
I love it.
