“Okay?”
“I wanted to ask if you planned to fuck me when we get home?”
My hand jerked so hard on the wheel at his words that I had to pull my right hand from his to correct the wheel before we ended up a third of the way into the next lane.
Thank god I wasn’t playing the Canadian game of “am I in a lane?” during a snowstorm, or we’d be in the fucking ditch.
Adrenaline and arousal competed for the top spot in my body. Why was my cock getting hard when the rest of me felt like I’d just had a falling dream and hit the ground?
Cade seriously had no idea how sexy he was. And I was apparently still discovering the ways he could turn me on.
“Jesus, Cade! Are you trying to make us crash?”
The little shit proceeded to release a bark of laughter.
“Sorry! Sorry! I’ve been trying to figure out how to say the words aloud since we left your apartment this morning. It just kind of spilled out.”
Thanks to the darkness inside the Jeep, and cortisol not allowing me to take my eyes off the road ahead, I couldn’t chance a proper look at his expression.
But goddamn if I wasn’t going to spend the last twenty minutes of this drive rock hard.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let me get us home.”
If I’d let go of the wheel to touch him, I’d have been pulling us over to the side of the highway for the second time that day.
But for a very different reason.
We’d said little for the rest of the ride and kept quiet as I parked my Jeep.
I could only stare at him as the elevator chugged up from the apartment’s underground garage to the top floor of the building.
But as soon as I’d closed and locked my apartment door behind us, I took hold of the front of his winter coat, roughly pressing him up against the wall inches from the door.
Not one cell in my body cared that his back was pressed against the light switches, likely digging slightly into his skin through the fabric of his coat and clothes, while the entire apartment remained pitch-black, with the exception of the bedside lamp I’d left on for Poe.
Struggling to rein in a type of feral need topossesshim in a way I’d never imagined wanting to do to a partner, I pushed my full body weight to keep Cade in place as I shoved my face into his neck.
“You really want me to fuck you tonight, Cade baby?”
My words rumbled against the sensitive skin just under his chin. The stubble I couldn’t bother to keep up with now that I wasn’t facing the media every other day, scratched against his. It was the only other sound besides our heaving breaths in my dark hallway.
“Yes, fuck me, Ash. It’s beenweeks. You told me to think about it. I practically needed a damn tranquilizer to calm my brain down enough to play freaking hockey. I know you’re worried about me being ready or regretting it or freaking out during or something, but I promise I’m ready,” Cade panted.
“’Cause I’m happy with us doing it the other way around?”
He quickly shook his head, pushing his cheek and jaw into the side of my face.
“Another time, maybe. Tonight I want you to do it.”
I knew I was being too goddamn overprotective and probably overstepping my role as his boyfriend by insisting we wait so long for anal sex.
But everything was different when it came to Cade.
It’d been a decade since I’d bottomed for anyone. Since Cade and I had gotten together, I’d taken to bringing a toy or two along in my bag on team road trips, losing myself in the fantasy of taking the next step together. And I’d wanted to be ready.
“Ash, I’ve been playing with my ass for weeks now. I’m ready,” he whispered, pressing his pelvis against mine like he was searching for friction.
I barely heard his whispered confession over the roar of blood in my ears.
