His blue-green eyes have gone solemn, and my heart bounces, like a puck that has been slammed into the air and hasn’t crashed to the ice yet.
Then he tentatively touches my hand. I tremble. It’s Axel. Of course I tremble. Then he takes my other hand in his.
He rubs his fingers over my hands, as if getting to know their shape.
I stay silent. My heart is racing, racing, racing, and maybe he can tell, because his eyes soften. He pulls me closer to him.
“I want to kiss you,” he says.
“Okay.”
“Well.” He looks at me, nervous.
He’s never kissed a man before. Is he looking at my stubble? My wider jaw? Realizing he doesn’t want this after all?
I don’t move. I don’t breathe.
I’ve been waiting for him for a decade.
Then Axel pulls me toward him. I link my hands around his neck, and he bends his head down.
Oh, God. He’s going to kiss me.
Ten years of yearning, and now he’s going to kiss me.
It can’t be real. I must be dreaming. But then?—
His lips brush mine. They’re soft and tentative and testing.
Then his tongue sweeps against mine, and my knees nearly buckle.
He catches me and hoists me into his arms, pressing me against the wall. His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me like he’s been waiting too.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Axel
I should have done this ten years ago. Enzo’s mouth melts against mine, and I hear a surprised gasp, but then his tongue moves against mine. He tightens his grip around my neck, and I am surrounded by him. His hard chest is flat against mine, and his cock presses against mine.
Well, that’s a new addition to kissing. I lower my hands to his ass, pulling him against me. My own cock reaches for it.
Oh, God.
You never really know what someone is like to kiss.
But this is good. This is excellent.
Enzo is in my arms, and he always should have been. He pants and moans against me.
I thought I would never see him again, not really. I thought I would only see him glare and be mean and that the man I remembered was gone.
But he’s right here in my arms, and I am so, so happy.
I tighten my grip around him. Enzo defended me in front of cameras and reporters and the whole hockey world. He doesn’t like to draw attention to himself, at least for non strictly hockeyrelated things, and he could have let me muddle through the answer on my own.
I shouldn’t have said what I did when he started, certainly not on camera. Coach was right to scold me for being unprofessional.
