It takes us a minute to realize how we’re lying together before the playfulness is sucked from the air. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to Noah in my entire life.
Those brown eyes of his are full of emotions, flitting through before I can pinpoint even one. But the thing I don’t miss?
How his hand closes on my hip. Whether to hold me there or push me away, I don’t know. Noah’s teeth dig into his bottom lip.
Is he waiting for me to make a move?
Every single thing I want to do to this man flashes through my brain. I want to tug that bottom lip out of his teeth and suck it. See what he tastes like. Feel how strong he is under me. Swallow every gasp as I kiss him.
The emotions in his eyes become clear. I couldn’t miss it. Not this close to him.
It’s desire. Plain as day.
He wants me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. Thinking about what he would taste like. But really, it’s all I’ve been able to think about lately. Since I saw our coach with his husband.
Why couldn’t it have been anyone but Noah? Noah complicates things. He’s my roommate and teammate. And I hated him up until a few weeks ago.
And he’s aman. I never thought I’d be attracted to someone of the same sex. Somewhere along the last few weeks, something changed. Maybe if I lived with anyone else, I could be attracted to them.
But I’m not.
It’s Noah.
When those brown eyes of his dip down to my lips again, I don’t think. I push every thought out of my head and lower myself over him, crushing my lips to his.
There’s a moment of hesitation. Whether it’s his or mine, I’m not sure.
Because holy shit.
I’m kissing Noah Fields.A man.
And nothing about it feels weird at all.
That snaps what limited control I have on reality as Noah wraps his arms around me to deepen the kiss.
It’s new and familiar all at the same time, but somehow better than I ever remember. The scruff lining Noah’s jaw is rough against mine as he slides his tongue against my lips. I willingly cede control to him.
As our tongues tangle, I fit my body over his. The hard planes there make me want to rip off the sweatshirt he’s wearing and run my hands over each and every one of his abs.
Trace them with my tongue.
These thoughts are new and should be overwhelming, but they’re not. For some reason, with every stroke of Noah’s tongue against mine, it feels more and more normal.
Noah flips us over and changes the angle of our kiss. His knee lodges between my legs. The contact has my cock threatening to jump out of my shorts. Sure, I’d thought of this. The reality? It’s even better than I imagined.
My fingers find the hem of Noah’s sweatshirt and the warm skin there. Fuck, it feels so good. The rough skin of my palm slips farther under.
It’s a high I’ve never felt, kissing Noah like this. I throw my leg around his hips to pull him closer to me. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.
More than hockey.
More than any woman.
