Page 28 of Love of the Game
For a moment, I watched his lean form as he moved around the kitchen. I didn’t want to just—say goodnight and climb up the stairs, but staring at him seemed too much, so I hung up my coat in the hall closet and lingered while he finished up.
When he was done, he gave me a sleepy smile. “You need anything? Water? A snack?”
Him. I needed him. I shook my head. “No, I’m good.”
“Okay.” He put his hands on those hips of his, andlooked around. “I think they’re fine here. Let’s head up, eh?”
He crossed the living room and toward the stairs.
“Jon.”
My touch on his arm halted his steps, and he turned to face me. “Yeah?”
His expression was so open, so gentle. So absolutely beautiful in the dim light of the hallway. “Can I… Can we… Would you…” The words stuck in my throat and the lines of his face morphed toward confusion. “Look, I know we haven’t had a chance to go on that date yet, but—can I kiss you? I really need to kiss you.”
The lips that I wanted so badly curled up, and he stepped close. Suddenly, it wasn’t bewilderment in his eyes, but hunger. I could’ve sworn a spark lit in his dark eyes. “You can absolutely kiss me,” he said, voice low and rough.
We moved together, my hand landing on his shoulder, his cupping my neck, and our lips met. I’d expected something devouring from him, but his kiss was soft, almost sweet. Until I slid my other hand up into that hair of his. Then he groaned deeply and opened to me.
Instinct took over, and before I even thought about it, I had Jon pressed against the nearest wall. His grip around my neck tightened and his other hand landed on my ass. Only need in our kiss now. Tongue tangled and the passion and fire I’d expected from Jon was there. I wanted to slide down his body and worship him on my knees. Especially considering how hard his dick was against me.
Jon broke our kiss and touched his forehead to mine. “Drake.” Raspy voice. “You can say no. I need you to know that.” He leaned his head back enough for our gazes to meet. “I’m captain,” he whispered. “You’re staying in my house.”
My turn to be confused. “I was the one who asked you for a kiss.” And I had him pressed firmly up against the wall of that very same house.
His laugh was a strange nervous bark. “I know. But I’m going to ask you for something, and I want you to know you can say no.” He was so damn earnest.
“Believe me, you’re not forcing me into anything.” I ran my thumb over his cheek. “I can’t imagine you forcing anyone into anything, except an opposing player into the boards.”
That got me another strangled laugh.. “It’s just—I don’t want to screw this up.”
“Screw what up?”
“This. Whateverthisis—I want to get it right. And it’s late and we’re both tired and?—”
I stole a quick kiss to stop his rambling. “Jon, what do youwant?”
He let out a sigh, cupped my face between his hands, and said, “I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me until I can’t think.” He paused. “I was going to say, ‘until I can’t think straight’, but that’s kind of impossible, given that I’m queer and?—”
God, this man. I swallowed whatever else he was going to say into a deep, hard kiss, and finally let myself run my hand down his torso to his cock. He groaned again and thrust into my hand.
“I can do that,” I whispered against his lips. Then I backed up and nodded toward the stairs. “Your room or mine?”
Jon was uncharacteristically wobbly. “Your choice.”
“Yours.” If I was fucking this man into a mattress, I wanted it to be the one he regularly slept in. Maybe that was a little possessive of me, but if this were the one timewe’d be together, I wanted him to crawl into bed in the coming days remembering my body against his.
I took Jon’s hand and led him up to his bedroom.
Once inside, he closed the door. “Cats,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t need them in here right now.”
Made sense. Last thing I wanted was big Loki, or even Thor, jumping up while we were in the middle of things. Or watching us. That would be a little weird.
I gathered him in for a kiss and we began the slow dance of touching and tasting as we stripped clothes off of each other’s bodies. I finally got a good view of his tattoo sleeves, which consisted of vines and animals and angels. Some playing cards. Crowns. A flower. I also got a glimpse of the small line of script on his ribs, but I was way too busy with his mouth to read his torso. I’d get there eventually.
I pushed him back against the bed, and he let himself fall backward, legs splaying apart. Taking that as an invitation, I crawled up his body, kissing as I went, until I got to that sharp mouth of his. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of him kissing me back. He kissed like he did everything, with passion and purpose and for longer than I thought he might.
When he came up for air, he waved toward the left side of his bed. “There’s lube in that nightstand. And condoms… condoms… fuck. They’re in the bathroom in a cabinet.” He sounded dismayed. “It’s probably easier for me to get them than tell you where.”
