Page 27 of Breakaway Goals
“I . . .” Morgan huffed out a breath. “You asked me what about now? And I never answered you.”
“Yeah?” Hayes gazed up at him. They were alone now, crowded into the little space by the door. He’d only turned on one light, the one by the bed, so it was dim, Morgan’s face shadowed.
If the hallway had felt intimate, this was so much more.
“Now you make me feel like . . .likethis.” Morgan leaned in and, reaching down, cupped Hayes’ cheek before very carefully pressing their lips together.
Hayes had known it was coming from the moment he’d opened the door and Morgan was standing there. But he hadn’t realized the kiss would feel like a thousand fireworks exploding under his skin.
Or that Morgan would make this unbearably hot questioning groan in the back of his throat and kiss him deeper. Like one taste of Hayes wasn’t enough and he wanted more, so much more.
The way Morgan’s calloused fingertips stroked his cheek was both tender and erotic.
Hayes didn’t ever want to stop, no matter how insane this was, ignoring the laundry list of why this was a terrible idea, but then did something even more insane and pulled back.
Hehadto know, had to understand exactly what Morgan meant. If he somehow meant something that wasn’t this, that wasn’t Hayes pulling Morgan to his bed and pinning him to the mattress, he needed to knownow, before he fell even deeper into this Morgan-sized hole.
“Like what?”
Morgan stared at him like hewasinsane, wanting it spelled out, when they’d just been kissing and they could keep kissing. Part—the dick part, mostly, but not entirely—of Hayes agreed with him.
“Are you serious right now?” Morgan sounded a little exasperated and a lot fond.
Hayes stuck to his ground, even though he nearly just leaned in and kissed him again. “Yes. I don’t want you to like . . .I don’t know . . .panic about this.”
“Do I look like I’m panicking?” Morgan’s tone wasn’t accusatory but almost gentle.
No. He did not. It seemed like Morgan Reynolds wasn’t just an overachiever when it came to hockey, but to sexual awakenings too, because he seemed steady about it.
“No?” It was only then that Hayes thought that maybe the NHL gossip train had let him down and despitehis belief to the contrary, hewasn’tMorgan’s first guy. “But maybe, I’m not . . .maybe you’ve done this before?”
“Never wanted to kiss a guy before you.” Morgan’s lips quirked up into a surprisingly soft smile. “Guess Danny wasn’t totally wrong about a secret crush.”
Not a hard-on. Not just wanting to hook up. But asecret crush.
How was Hayes supposed to do anything but kiss Morgan after that?
As Hayes pushed him back against the wall, Morgan going easily, their lips meeting again, everything short-circuited into an endless cycle ofyes-more-yes-moreas their mouths moved together.
Morgan felt even more solid than he did on the ice, muscles tensing and then relaxing as Hayes pressed him into the wall. But even though he wanted to lose his head, he kept his hips back. Despite that Morgan seemed unnaturally chill about the wholekissing a guything,he wasn’t going to be the one to shove his increasingly hard dick against Morgan’s.
And why would he even need to when just the kissing was so damn good?
Morgan made that same aborted groan again, tongue in Hayes’ mouth now, and them making out—Morgan’s hand back on his cheek and Hayes’ fingers pressed into his broad shoulders—was in the top five hottest moments of his whole life.
Pulling away, Morgan stared at him, like he was a defense he needed to solve. Hayes’ breath was coming in short pants and he nearly chased Morgan’s mouth with his own.
They didn’t need to stop. They could keep going just like this.
But that was Morgan’s other hand reaching out and taking his. Leading him deeper into the room.
He had two queens—one clearly occupied, from the way the pillows and comforter were mussed from his aborted screaming session—and the other pristine.
Morgan couldn’t have had more than one brief look, because his gaze was glued to Hayes the whole time, but he guided them to the bed Hayes had already been using.
Sat on the edge and pulled Hayes in between his spread legs. Kissed him again.
It was a really good move. Smooth and sexy and earnest. All of Hayes’ insides jellified, and he didn’t feel any shame about it, because Morgan had to feel his dick, pressed against his thigh, and hadn’t flinched away from it yet.
