Page 74 of Hockey Boy
“And you’re shirtless,” I say. “Thought we were getting comfortable since it’s our apartment. This is what I wear when I’m at home. Can you not handle it? Ready to admit you’re catching feelings, Hockey Boy?”
Aiden’s chest rises with a heavy inhale, drawing my attention to the defined pecs, then the cut abs on full display. “Come on, Lex. You can’t walk around naked and expect me to stay over here.”
“Who said you have to stay over there?”
He pulls his hand away from his eyes, only to fist it and bite down on it, clearly using all his restraint to keep his eyes focused on mine. But I see the longing there. The want. The desire. It fuels my next words.
“We should probably set some rules.”
With a thick swallow, he nods and drops his hands to his sides, fists still clenched tight. “Right. Rules. Yes, I know I got carried away the other night, but I get it. We’re just friends, and I can apparently look”—he gives me a once-over, his lips parting—“but I can’t touch.”
My heart lurches. “What? No.”
Aiden frowns. “What do you meanno?”
I put a hand on my hip. “There was no mention of forced celibacy while we’re living in this charade. For all we know, this could take a freaking year. No sex for a year? No thanks.”
He scratches at his face, trying so hard to keep his focus fixed on my face rather than my plentiful assets. “So you want to, what, have sex with other people?” He grimaces, a vein in his forehead pulsing.
Ah, unhinged Aiden has finally made an appearance. It’s a relief to see behind the polite, unaffected mask he’s so good at wearing.
Glaring, I step closer. “You touch another woman, and I’ll cut your pretty dick off.”
His brows shoot to his forehead, and he coughs out a laugh. “You think my dick is pretty?”
Teenage Aiden’s dick sure was. I have a feeling adult Aiden is going to rock my world and ruin me.
“I have no idea. It’s been years since I’ve seen it. Played with it.Sucked it.”
Aiden stares at me, eyes wide and unblinking. “You want to fool around?” His voice is hoarse, thick. “Just us, no one else, for as long as we’re pretending?”
I arch my back, forcing my tits higher. Aiden’s Adam’s apple bobs in response. And in those athletic shorts, there’s no hiding that he’s just as turned on as I am. The outline of his erection is prominent.
“Yes. Fiancés with benefits. All the sex. All the fucking. All the orgasms. All the time.” I smirk. “Noneof the feelings. Can you do that, Hockey Boy?”
Aiden’s chuckle is dark, almost angry. “You set the rules, Princess. I abide by them, right? So yeah.” He crosses the room so we’re toe to toe. “I can handle them.”
For a heartbeat, I think he’s going to lean in for a kiss, like he’s going to give us what we both want. Instead, he brushes past me and saunters to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”
Aiden returns quickly, holding a can of whipped cream, his eyes blazing.
Excitement courses through me, lighting up my nerve endings.
“You have your rules, and I have mine.” He pops the cap off the whipped cream, letting it clatter to the floor, and rests his finger on the nozzle. “I always have something sweet before bed.”
My pulse quickens, and my knees tremble in anticipation. “Okay?”
His grin is wicked, his dimple popping. “And I always have whipped cream on my dessert.”
He stalks forward, the abrupt movement sending me stumbling back until he has me pressed against the wall. With sin in his eyes, he presses the cap down. The whipped cream explodes all over my tits, the sputtering sound of the can drowning out my gasp.
Then Aiden’s mouth is on me, sucking hard, making me arch in surprise.
“Holy shit.” The words are breathless, desperate.
He swipes his tongue against my nipple, circling and sucking and then teasing me with his teeth. With each nip, heat pools in my core until I’m a puddle of need.
“Please, Aiden.”