Before I know what’s happening, Jordan’s lips are on mine. I panic for a second, thinking I kissed him, out in public, and he’s going to get mad. But… I didn’t do this. I didn’t move. He’s kissing me, and I’m just… standing here. I snap out of that real quick, and I settle my hands on his jaw and kiss him like tomorrow doesn’t exist.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned playing hockey, it’s that you have to take the shot, even if you don’t think you’re going to make it. There’s always the one percent chance that you will. You have to trust your instincts.
And my instincts are all I have as I lose myself in his scent, his kiss, his arms.
He groans, his tongue sliding against my lips as he grabs me by the hips. It’s like the world doesn’t exist.
There’s only this. Onlyus.
When I break away, I see the glistening look in his eye as he whispers, “I never stopped loving you, Alex. And I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
He kisses me again, pulling me against him and fuck, it feels so good. So good I forget we’re in public, in the middle of New York. His hand settles on my back.
“Fuck, Jordan,” I whisper as I kiss him again. And again. It feels like we’re standing here forever.
“Want to get that pizza to go?” he asks, his voice dark and smooth. It makes my brain melt a little.
“Absolutely,” I say as I slide my hand in his. He laughs, shaking his head as I open my phone with my free hand. “But we’re getting it delivered.”
The whole way to his hotel, my heart races. There’s still more I need to say, but right now, I am just enjoying walking with the man I love. Who still loves me, too, apparently.
I never stopped loving you, Alex.
Same, Mackenzie. Fucking same.
I put in a delivery order for a large pizza with cheesy breadsticks and a liter of soda-pop.
He leads me through the hotel, up the elevator and into the hall.
He opens the door and I step in without question. The minute the door shuts, my back is slammed againstthe wall. His mouth latches onto my neck, his tongue pressed against the throbbing vein, and I groan.
“You know what I love?” he teases, his voice a heady mix of humor and seduction that makes my dick throb.
“What?” I ask as I slide my hands beneath his shirt, my fingers deftly working at the latch on his belt. I rip it off as he grabs my throat and squeezes. All my fucking wires cross. My brain malfunctions. The tone of his voice, the way he’s looking at me, the rough squeeze of his hands against my throat… fuck. It’s too much.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I thrust my hardened cock against him.
“When you fuck me,” he says darkly. One hand slides between us and he squeezes my hardness at the same time he squeezes my neck. He thrusts against me, hard.
“Oh, is that so?” I taunt him, removing his jacket and shirt as slowly as possible. He gets my pants off in record time before tearing my jacket off and throwing it across the room. His fingers make fast work at unbuttoning my buttons and I’m not all surprised with all the heat burning between us, that we’re naked in less than five fucking minutes.
“Yup,” he says as he squeezes my throat before pulling me by the hand towards his bed. I follow him until he’s pulling me on top of him. I grab his wrists, sliding his hands above his head. He looks up at me with so much love it’s impossible to ignore. It makesme grin.
After all this fucking time.
He never stopped loving me.
“You know what I love?” I ask as I straddle his hips, pressing my leaking cock against his. I slide my hands down his arms until I settle them on the sides of his chest.
“What?” he asks, thrusting up against me.
“You,” I say as I use all my weight to flip us so he’s on top of me. He doesn’t expect it, so he goes over rather ungracefully and slides to the side, but I grab his jaw and kiss him as I try to keep my laughter in. I’m trying to be sexy, but this is kind of funny.
“When you scream my name,” I tease him, lunging forward until he falls back and I’m once again on top. The air whooshes out of him as he curses. I grin at his momentary windedness.
“When’s the last time you went to the gym?” I ask with a grin. He glares at me.
“Does it matter?”
