Page 97 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“Not on this fucking note you’re not, McKinnon. I don’t do bullshit. Spill it.”
I don’t wanna do bullshit either. I take a breath. “How am I an anomaly?”
“You would make me saythat.” He sighs, staring at my face, mind whirling to fit the pieces together. “I’m not usually into younger men or women, for that matter. Too immature. They do nothing for me.”
“But you’re into me?”
“Starting to question your intelligence?—”
“It’s not just for my pretty ass?”
“An ass I haven’t fucked yet.”
“Believe me, I know that.”
The fingers threaded into my hair tug, pain pierces my scalp.
“Then why won’t you fucking do it, Luke?”
“Because I don’t want you to leave me, okay?” His words are more of a lion’s roar than they are human. Did he just say what I think he did? Unfortunately for him, I am kind of an immature college prick. I only know how to respond in sass.
“Thought you just said I was yours, dumbass.”
“Hey, watch it, McKinnon.” He releases my head as if he finally feels comfortable to do so—I won’t scamper away like a bunny—but he doesn’t let go of me. “Don’t let this get to your already over-inflated ego, but yeah, I caught feelings for you—is that how the youth says it?”
“We do.” A slow smile creeps onto my lips. “I, um. Same.”
“You can’t even say it.”
Fine. I’ll tell him. Except I don’t have the words to tell him how I feel about him.
Yet.
But I’ve got something better.
Diving without thinking, I catch his lips with mine. For one terrifying second, he doesn’t move, just stands there like a scared wild animal.
Then his hands come to life, one bear-paw-like hand seizes the back of my neck, anchoring me. The other grabs my hip, fingers curling around it as if he’s clawing his ownership into the bone.
“Oh, McKinnon,” he murmurs against my lips, the words scratching from his throat as if they’ve had to claw their way up slowly. “That’s it. It’s over for you.”
And then he kisses me back.
It’s not soft, it sure as fuck ain’t sweet. It’s raw, just like him. Commanding. Fiery desire in the shape of a kiss. Luke’s tongue plunges into my mouth, taking over, setting up permanent territory.His.I’m his. I can almost feel the plans he’s making to let the world fucking know this fact as he stamps his fucking name behind my teeth.
My knees nearly give out.
I grab his loose gray shirt, fist it like a lifeline, letting my body melt into his. I started this, but he’s devouring me now. It fills my body with a sense of myself that I’ve been looking for. It’s everything I’ve been avoiding, everything I’ve been fucking scared of. I’m not afraid of wanting Luke, I’m afraid of wanting him this bad.
But I refuse to pull away, because it’s also everything I’ve secretly longed for. Everything I hoped could exist, not just for others, but for me too.
A low rumble in his chest vibrates against me as he deepens the kiss, his massive ribcage rising with his slow inhale. Thetasteof him—like danger and safety at the same time. Because he’s an asylum for me, but a fucking force to be reckoned with for anyone else.
When we finally part, I’m panting against his lips. Woozy. Off-balance. Still clinging to his shirt so I don’t float away.
“It fucking figures,” I say, catching my breath. “You’re my damn lobster.”
“Lobster, McKinnon? Don’t know that I consider being called a lobster a compliment, especially after a kiss like that.”
