“And I had fun learning about hockey… sort of.”
“Next time we need sticks and a puck. I’ll teach you how to shoot it.”
I huff a laugh. “I’ll admit I’ll be terrible at that.”
“You admitting failure? No way.”
I shoulder bump him. “I know I have limitations.”
He hums a sound of approval as we come up on my building. We both stand there and stare at it, making no other move or saying a word.
Now I’m even more certain that we’re on the same page. It’s not just me who feels this way, who doesn’t want this to end. Because now we’re closer to the end and each goodbye means we’ve spent more time together than we have left for the future.
“I could sneak you in…” I suggest.
He looks up at the building. “It’d be easier to sneak you into my room.”
“Yeah? Let’s do it,” I say eagerly.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say. Then lower my voice and add, “Please.”
We share a moment then, something silent passing between us. An understanding, I guess.
“Let me text Connor.” He reaches for his phone, and I grab his arm.
“I’m not worried about him seeing me. Unless…”
“Neither am I. I just thought you’d want to keep this private.”
“If you trust him not to say anything, then so do I. It’s not that I don’t want people to know, but why cause gossip if we don’t need to?”
“That was my thought exactly… Connor won’t say anything if I tell him not to.”
I nod. “Then let’s go.”
He breathes a sigh of relief, shoving his phone back into his pocket, and we head to his building and up to his room. He unlocks the door and steps inside, letting me in too. Romanwalks over to Connor’s room and peeks inside, then comes back to me.
“He’s sleeping,” he says.
“I guess we better be quiet then.”
I take his hand and lead him into his bedroom, closing the door and taking my coat off.
Roman does the same, putting it and his sweatshirt on the chair. I go to him, not wanting to waste any time, because we don’t have much left.
I slide my hands up his firm chest, wrapping them around the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss me. His lips are cold, but his mouth is warm, his tongue soft. His large hands come around my waist, and I guide us to the bed, backing him up against it until he sits. I straddle him, deepening the kiss and grinding down on him, making no mistake in what my intentions are with him tonight.
I tug at the bottom of his shirt before lifting it up and pulling it off.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper, looking down between us at his firm chest. I drag my fingers over his pecs and down his ribs. I meet his eyes.
“So are you,” he breathes out before capturing my lips again.
There is no doubt in my mind that this man wants me as badly as I want him. The chemistry between us is off the charts.
“Do you need to get a condom from Connor’s room?” I ask as I work at the button on his pants.
