Page 97 of Common Goal
Chapter Eighteen
Eric did manage to sleep, but he’d kept drifting in and out. As far as he could tell, Kyle had fallen asleep immediately and hadn’t woken all night. He was still asleep when Eric blinked awake for the final time, sunlight peeking around the edges of his window blinds.
He’d loved holding Kyle against him all night. Loved listening to him breathe as he slept. Most oddly, he’d loved the soft press of the sole of Kyle’s foot against Eric’s shin.
Kyle was still turned away from him, but Eric enjoyed the view of his bare, creamy shoulders, his smooth back, and the knobs of his spine. Every inch of Kyle was more interesting to Eric than it should be. He was dangerously infatuated with this man and knew it wasn’t going to do him any good. When Kyle had been dancing with the young man with the blue hair, that should have made Eric see the difference between them. Kyle was young, and beautiful, andfun. Eric was not the horse that Kyle should hitch his wagon to.
He resisted the urge to wake Kyle with soft kisses along his shoulders and carefully left the bed, because he was sure that if he woke him, Kyle would leave. He took a shower, washing away any lingering traces of the fun they’d had the night before, and considered what he should say to Kyle when he did wake up. What did Ericwant?
He liked Kyle far too much, he knew that much. And he’d never been this interested in sex in his life. He tried to remember what it had been like when he’d started dating Holly. He’d been attracted to her for sure, and they’d definitely had some hot, hormone-fueled sex in Eric’s college dorm room.
And somewhere along the line, he’d fallen in love with her. It had been like sinking into a warm bath—comfortable, but not exciting.
What he felt for Kyle was different. There was an urgency to it, a gravitational pull that was getting harder to resist. And maybe he didn’t need to resist it. Not yet, anyway.
When he returned to the bedroom, towel wrapped snugly around his waist, he found Kyle propped up on one elbow, blinking at the windows that were still covered by the blinds.
“Good morning,” Eric said.
“Morning.” Kyle’s gaze raked over Eric’s mostly naked body. “Damn. I like that outfit.”
“You’d love the Admiral’s locker room then.”
“I’m sure I would.”
Eric sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah. You have great taste in beds.”
“I have great taste in everything.”
Kyle’s lips curled up, and he touched his fingers to the bottom of Eric’s towel. “You do. I wish you’d told me you were showering. I could have joined you.”
“Another time.”
“Or maybe,” Kyle said silkily as he slipped his hand under the towel. “I can get you all dirty again right now.”
Eric shuddered, but he trapped Kyle’s hand with his own, stilling it. “I have a practice to get to soon. I’ll go downstairs and make breakfast, and you can take your own shower, if you like.” He stood up, adjusting his towel over his burgeoning erection.
Kyle fell back on the pillow, defeated. “Fine,” he sighed. He grinned lazily up at him, and for a moment Eric could only stare, completely transfixed by this gorgeous creature in his bed.
“Breakfast,” he said firmly, shaking off the desire to fall back into bed and let Kyle do whatever he wanted to him. He walked swiftly to his closet, eager to cover his body and clear his mind.
Eric had two omelets with sides of tomato slices and toast made by the time Kyle came downstairs, showered and wearing his clothes from last night.
“Hi,” Eric said stiffly. “There’s coffee made.”
“Great. Thanks.” Kyle figured this was the part when Eric told him that they couldn’t do this anymore. Again.
His arm brushed against Eric as he reached for the coffee pot, and he didn’t miss the way Eric jerked away from the contact. Jesus, this was going to be awful.
“Something wrong?” Kyle asked as he poured his coffee, wanting to get this over with.
Eric gripped the counter with both hands, and Kyle waited in miserable anticipation of the rejection to come.
But what Eric said was, “Can I tell you something? I’d need you to keep it a secret, but I need to tell someone.”
What the hell?“Of course.”
