Page 25 of Scoring Slater
"Like what?"
"This." He spun and backed Noah against the wall. Sucking in breaths, he held Noah's gaze and placed a hand over the center of his chest. Blue eyes closed at his touch and he paused with his palm over Noah's racing heartbeat. When Noah's eyes opened, Slater stroked a possessive line down the center of his torso. He leaned in until they were sharing breath, cupped the bulge in Noah’s jeans, and gently squeezed.
Noah’s lips parted, his breath came out in pants, and his head tipped against the wall on a moan. His fingers trembled as his raised his arms and locked his hands around Slater's shoulders. "Kiss me," he whispered, before dragging Slater closer.
Slater complied, devouring his mouth with months of pent up passion. Keeping the strokes slow and teasing, he used Noah's moans and thrusting hips as directions on where to linger.
Eyes heavy lidded and darkened with desire, Noah raked his fingers up and down the material covering Slater's torso. "As good as you look in this, I think it's time we took it off."
Slater raised his hands to the top button, only to have Noah bat them away.
"I'll do it." Nipping Slater's lips, he unbuttoned the row and tugged the material free of his jeans. Then Noah broke the kiss and leaned back. He parted the shirt and traced a single fingertip down the column of exposed skin.
Goosebumps raised at the touch. Craving more, Slater reached for him. "Come here."
"Wait." He undid the buttons on the cuffs, then pushed the material over Slater's shoulders. His eyes glittered in the lamp light. "You have no idea how good you look to me right now."
"I bet I have some idea, if it's anything like what I'm feeling looking at you." Slater took a step back and let the shirt fall to the floor. He pointed at Noah's chest. "Lose your shirt."
His eyes glowed in sexy challenge. "Take it off me."
Slater's hands flexed at his sides. As much as he wanted to watch Noah reveal himself in teasing inches, he couldn't deny the desire to uncover that body on his own. Holding Noah's gaze, he grasped the hem and pulled it up slowly, making sure that his knuckles glided along skin.
Noah sucked in a breath and his lips parted. Slater leaned in for a kiss, lingering over soft lips, before he tugged the shirt over Noah's head and tossed it aside.
As he took in Noah, devastatingly sexy, in low-slung jeans with all that dark ink on display, and sculpted muscles earned through sweat and speed and years of dedication, his fingers ached with the need to touch. "You're stunning."
"I'm glad you think so."
"And now I get to do something I've wanted to do for months." He traced his hands over skin covered with stars and planets, galaxies and constellations, and symbols and renderings related to Noah's favorite books. Both arms told a story, the different sides of Noah. He'd been present for a few of the tattoo sessions, including Noah's most recent, a phoenix rising on his forearm and a small tea cup on his bicep.
Noah laid a hand on the center of Slater's chest. "You like them?"
"The tattoos? I've told you so before."
He shivered as Slater shaped a star. "I wasn't sure if you were just being nice."
"Does my stroking every inch convince you?"
"I think so." He smiled and then pulled Slater into his arms.
Their torsos met and the feel of skin on skin sent flames through Slater's body. He slid his arms around Noah's back, locking them together. Noah nosed along his cheek, until their mouths met once more. Returning the kiss, he delved deep, tasting and teasing, thrusting his tongue past Noah's lips in time with his rocking hips.
On a moan, Noah slipped his thigh between Slater's legs, and the feel of Noah's cock grinding into his hip catapulted him to the brink of his control.
Need and want clawed sharp and deep. His strokes grew bolder and harder and the feel of Noah's body took his breath away.
"More."
The word echoing in his head exited Noah's lips. He popped the button on Noah's jeans and eased the zipper down, drawing a hiss from the man in his arms.
Teeth nipped the side of his neck, and Noah's hands met his at the waistband. Their fingers fumbled together as he sought to lower Noah's jeans and Noah fought with the stubborn button on Slater's pair.
Finally, his button released. Then his zipper. He sucked in a breath, his heart beating faster in anticipation. Noah's fingers grazed over the head of his cock. Even through the materiel of his boxers, the touch weakened him.
They separated long enough to free themselves of their jeans, shoes, and socks. Slater stepped away from his pile of clothes and reached for Noah. Clad in black boxer briefs, the dark-haired star of his dreams smiled and crooked a finger. Slater went willingly.
With slow, deep kisses, Noah drew him toward the bed. They knelt in the center of the cloud soft mattress. Slater clamped his hands on Noah's hips and they both groaned as their cocks met, separated by the thin fabric of their shorts.
