Page 65 of Hearts on Ice
I mouthed along the tendon there, just enough teeth to feel him jolt under my hands. His pulse jumped hard against my lips.
“Miguel,” he rasped.
“Mm?”
“You keep doing that and I’m gonna embarrass myself before we even get horizontal.”
“Horizontal’s flexible,” I said, smiling against his throat. “We could put you against the wall, Coach. Bend you over the dresser. Ride you into the mattress. I don’t mind.”
He made a choked sound that was half laugh, half groan. “You cannot just say that.”
“Oh, sí puedo,” I breathed into his ear.Oh, I can.
His whole body tightened.
The way his breath hitched when I murmured in his ear told me exactly what worked: not sweet reassurances, but want—plain and filthy. Drew was the kind of man that would want to hear te deseo–I want you,quiero cogerte–I want to fuck you,spoken like a confession.
Noted.
“Bed,” he muttered, and his voice wasn’t steady anymore.
I walked him back until his knees hit the mattress and he sat. Standing between his thighs, my hands on his shoulders, I felt the thrum of his throat under my thumb and heard his breath go sharp, like we’d just skated a full overtime shift.
“You’re sure?” I asked. I needed that in words.
His eyes locked on mine. “I asked you to come here, didn’t I?”
“Being invited over for dinner and being invited to suck your dick are two different invitations,” I deadpanned.
For a beat, the room went silent.
Then he actually laughed—this warm, startled, helpless sound—and his head tipped back and my whole chest pulled tight because I’d never heard him laugh like that. Not his small, private huff. A real laugh. Open.
I grinned, leaning in just enough for our foreheads to almost touch. “You know, you sound surprised.”
He arched a brow. “You sound… awfully confident for someone who’s never—”
“Done this before?” I finished for him. “Please. I’m a goalie, remember? I study tape before every game.”
That earned me another laugh, softer this time.
“And maybe I called Ry and Xander,” I added, like it was nothing. “Ry's useless—grunted something about ‘figure it out.’ But Xander? Man practically gave me diagrams.”
Drew’s smile broke wide. “You’re impossible.”
“No,” I said, brushing my lips against his. “I’m prepared.”
That was all I needed.
My fingers went to his waistband. He lifted his hips without me asking—obedient, trusting.Fuck.I slid his sweats down, underwear with them, slow, watching his face the whole time.
He was already hard, thick and flush against his stomach.
My mouth actually went dry.
“Dios,” I whispered.God.
Color climbed his neck. His jaw clenched like he was bracing. “Miguel…”
