Page 229 of For the Fans
“I know.” He grabs my ass hard in two handfuls that have me grunting between his lips. “I should’ve just fucked you after that dance the other night…”
“Yea…” I whisper. “You should have. Oh, and P.S.… I’m wearing something special for you.” I grin, and he hums.
“Mmm… it better be my Christmakkah gift.” His fingers dig into my cheeks, and I’m trembling.
“Bare ass ready for you, baby,” I tease.
The way he growls is downrightslaughteringme.
The elevator doors open while we’re still pawing at each other, and we force ourselves apart, scampering up the hall to his room.
“Fuck… Bridget,” I breathe while he fishes the room key out of his pocket, maneuvering around an obvious erection.
He shoots me a quick, nervous look, opening the door and peering inside.
“Bridget?” I call out, stomping around in search of any sign of my sister. But it doesn’t look like she’s here. “Bridges of Madison County??”
“Those nicknames are insane.” Avi chuckles, and I smirk at him.
“She must have left…” I bite my lip, sauntering up to him slowly. My hands glide up his chest, around his shoulders as I brush my crotch against his. Leaning in close to his ear, I flick the lobe with my tongue. “Bed. Now, please.”
“Baby…” he rumbles, almost hesitantly, and I just can’t figure out why he’s acting withdrawn and nervous.
At the party, sure. That made sense. Butnow? We’re alone.Alone is our thing.
Avi is never reserved when we’re alone. But right now, it’s like he’s pulling away.
His hands cup my jaw, and he stares deep into my eyes for a moment, chest moving with visible breaths. He’s searching for something in my eyes…
It has me looking away. “Unless you don’t want to…”
“What?” he rumbles as I pull away from him, turning my back because I don’t want him to look at me like that anymore.
Like he knows even my happiest moments are marred by underlying brokenness.
“Did I put too much pressure on you down there, or something?” I rub the back of my neck, shaking my head.Stupid idiot…
I don’t know how to be with a guy. I guess I should be playing it cooler?
Avi stomps up to my back and spins me around. “No. Absolutelynot.” I try to look away again, but he grabs my face. “Hey… I love you. Kyran, I am so fucking proud of you for what did down there. I love you so damn much for doing that. I just want to make sure it’s not moving too fast for you. I mean, Kyran from a few weeks ago never would have kissed me in front of his teammates and his Coach…”
“I don’t wanna be Kyran from a few weeks ago,” I murmur quietly. “I want to be the Kyran I am when I’m with you. TherealKyran… who isn’t afraid anymore.”
Avi pouts, and then chews on his lip for a moment. I can’t distinguish what’s different between us… But there’ssomething, and it’s twisting me up in knots.
Should we have just stayed a secret?? Did I ruin everything again??
But before I can let the doubts keep growing, Avi loosens his tie, swooping it over his head and flinging it. Then he unbuttons his shirt, licking his lips while our eyes meld together in need.
Shrugging out of my jacket, I begin undressing with him, the only sounds in the room the rustle of clothing coming off and our mutual wanton breaths.
“I’m so fucking hungry for you…” he whispers, working on my belt and my pants while I slip out of my dress shirt.
“Please don’t stop.” I smoosh myself into him, grasping at his hair while my lips graze his throat.
“Don’t stop what…?” he rasps. The way his fingers slip my belt slowly through the loops has my dick aching against his.
“Anything…Everything,” I breathe. “Just don’tstop, Avi.”
