Goose bumps broke out all over my body. Shit. This wasn’t the first time we’d touched, but there was something decisive about it. Something that said we weren’t just talking anymore.
“Vasily,” he whispered.
I realized then that I’d closed my eyes, and I opened them meet his.
He sat up a bit, craning his neck, and looked around the bus.
He must’ve been satisfied that everyone around us was either asleep or not paying attention to us, because…
Fuck. I’d always thought my ex was a good kisser, but it turned out that, was just because he was all I’d ever known.
Taylor was…
Oh my God.
The first time he’d kissed me on the dancefloor, I’d been too overwhelmed by the moment to savor what it really felt like. This time, I was still overwhelmed, but I zeroed right in on how perfect and sexy this was. I was instantly hooked on the way his lips moved with mine. How assertive and confident he was, but so gentle and explorative too. Then warmth of his hand on my cheek melted my damn spine, and the soft rush of his cool breath across my skin made me shiver.
When his lips left mine, I chased them, stealing another light kiss before we both came up for air.
He touched his forehead to mine as his breath came out in a gentle huff. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “Kind of… Kind of what I thought.”
He drew back a little to meet my eyes. Then he paused to look around again, probably making sure no one had noticed us. I did the same, and no, no one was looking our way. If any of the guys who were still awake knew anything was going on in this row, they weren’t letting on.
Good enough for me, and apparently for Taylor, because he faced me, drew me back in, and pressed his lips to mine again.
Holy shit. I’d fantasized about kissing him more than once since then night we met. I’d spent last night jerking off to thoughts of being naked with him.
God, my fantasies were nothing compared to the reality of kissing him. If sex with him was anything like this, I wasn’t going to be able to walk afterward, never mind skate.
Worth it. Totally fucking worth it.
Taylor drew back, hand still on my face. “When we get to the hotel…” He swallowed hard. “Do you, uh… Do you want to come to my room?”
For a few long seconds, I couldn’t even find my breath. When I got some air into my lungs, I croaked, “To, um…” I swept my tongue across my lips. “Not to watch hockey, I assume?”
His laugh was near soundless, and it made my heart thunder in my ears. Sliding his hand over my thigh again, he leaned back in and murmured, “No. Definitely not to watch hockey.”
Then he had my mouth again.
Somehow, reality worked its way in, and I remembered there were some… logistical limitations to hooking up in his room.
“You have a roommate, don’t you?” I whispered.
Taylor tensed. “Shit. Yeah. I…” He laughed. “I forgot. I’m just so damn turned on, I…”
God help me. I wasn’t the only one who was so hot that my brain wasn’t working right.
“I don’t have a roommate,” I said.
Interest sparked in his eyes. “Ooh, right. You get to room alone.”
“Uh-huh.” I traced my hand up the inside of his thigh. “I don’t reallywantto room alone this time, though.”
The grin on his swollen lips made my dick even harder than it already was.
Fuck the ice,I wanted to tell the driver.Fuck the speed limit.
