Page 102 of Heated Rivalry 1
“Yes. Am I not using that word right? Very beautiful. Um...take my breath?”
“Wow. All right.” The skin under Shane’s freckles turned very, very pink.
“The first time I met you. Those freckles...”
“The first time? You mean at the World Juniors? In Saskatchewan?”
“Yes.”
Shane huffed out a surprised laugh. “You were such a dick to me.”
“Mm. I did not like you. Just your freckles.”
Shane shook his head a little on the pillow. “Thanks, I guess.”
“I told you...” Ilya grinned. “You love praise.”
When Shane didn’t reply, Ilya said, “And you like to hog it all for yourself. You asshole.”
Shane laughed, and his nose crinkled. The freckles got all bunched up under his glasses, and Ilya nearly died.
“You’revery attractive, Ilya,” Shane said, in an exaggerated, placating tone.
“Not good enough. I want details.”
Shane opened his eyes, and rolled them. But he said, “That crooked fucking smile of yours. I can’t even tell you...that smile haunts me.”
“Haunts you? Like a ghost? That doesn’t sound like a good thing.”
“It is. And your eyes. I love your eyes.”
“So romantic, Hollander.”
“Fuck you. You asked for compliments. Are you even doing anything down there or am I the only one doing any work?”
Ilya laughed. “You’re not the only one.”
“Good.”
Off camera, Ilya hauled his pants the rest of the way down and off.
“Hold on,” Shane said. “I need to grab the lube.”
Ilya took the opportunity to do the same. “Surprised you even need it,” he said. “You get so wet.”
Shane snorted. “As if.”
They were quiet for a minute, just gazing at each other as they stroked themselves with slicked fingers.
“Do you ever think of me?” Shane asked. “When you’re doing this? Alone?” He blushed furiously as soon as he said it. Cute as hell.
“Yes.”
“I do too. A lot. All the time. Maybe...every time, honestly.”
Ilya raised an eyebrow. “Every time?”
He saw Shane’s shoulder lift in a tiny shrug. “I’ve never...had anything. Like this. With anyone else.”
