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Shane snorted.
“Hedid,” Rozanov insisted. “Give him a kiss.”
Shane rolled his eyes, but he did dip his head to Rozanov’s chest. Instead of pressing his lips to the tattoo, though, he trapped Rozanov’s nipple lightly between his teeth and tugged.
“Fuck,” Rozanov said, sucking air between his teeth.
As an apology, and also because Shane knew it would work him up even more, he brushed his tongue over the sensitive nipple. Rozanov put a hand in Shane’s hair and guided their mouths back together. After a long, oddly tender kiss, Shane lifted his head and saw that Rozanov was, again, looking at him very seriously. He swallowed, but didn’t say anything as Rozanov brushed fingers through his hair. He hoped the fear he felt wasn’t showing on his face.
“You are very beautiful,” Rozanov said suddenly. It was said very matter-of-factly.
Shane wasn’t sure how to react. They didn’t reallysay thingsto each other. Not like that.
“Hottest Man in the NHL, according toCosmopolitan,” Shane joked. It was the only way he knew how to talk to Rozanov, besides yelling obscenities at him.
“They are idiots,” Rozanov said, the spell broken. “They put me at number five. Five!”
“It does seem generous.”
Rozanov rolled over, pinning Shane to the mattress. Shane looked up at him, laughing.
“I have to go,” Rozanov said, and he sounded like he truly regretted it. “Shower first, but then I have to get back to the hotel.”
“I know.”
They showered together, and Shane dropped to his knees because he couldn’t let Rozanov go without tasting him. Rozanov murmured his approval as he loomed over Shane in the spacious rainfall shower. His strong hands cradled Shane’s head and long fingers curled in his wet hair. Shane turned his eyes up and found Rozanov gazing down at him with that damn crooked smile. Shane immediately closed his eyes and felt his cheeks flush and, to his embarrassment, his own cock get harder.
It was bad enough that he loved being fucked so much, that he loved having a dick in his mouth. But for it to have to bethisson of a bitch, to the point that on the extremely rare occasion when it wasn’t, Shane was left wanting...
So maybe it wasn’tjustthat this was convenient. But that was something Shane didn’t want to think about.
He brought Rozanov right to the brink and then pulled off, catching the man’s release on his chin and lips and probablyon his neck. The evidence was quickly washed away, down the drain, and Shane fell back to a sitting position against the shower wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face and pulled his knees in. He heard Rozanov panting in Russian.
“Shit,” Rozanov said, still standing with his head leaning back against the tile opposite where Shane was sitting. “You been practicing that, Hollander?”
“No,” Shane grumbled.
“No? You been saving it for me?”
Shane didn’t reply, which was as good as confirmation.
Rozanov laughed. “You need to get laid, Hollander. Waiting for a quick fuck every couple of months is not healthy.”
“I’mnotwaiting,” Shane said. It wasn’t quite a lie. He obviously wasn’t one hundred percent straight, but having sex with women didn’trepulsehim. It just didn’t do it for him like men did.
One man in particular.
But women were safe and easy andeverywhere. And maybe if he kept trying he might find one he’d like to spend more than a single night with. Someone who could finally put an end to...whateverthiswas.
Rozanov turned off the water and reached a hand out. Shane huffed, then took it, letting Rozanov pull him to his feet. They stood, chest to chest, and Shane watched the water that dripped from Rozanov’s hair onto his shoulder and down toward his navel.
Rozanov rested a hand on Shane’s face and tipped his head up. He looked at him fondly, with a little smile on his lips, and then he kissed him.
“I have ruined you,” Rozanov said when they broke apart. “No one else will do.”
“Fuck off.”
“Such a mouth on you.”
