Page 88 of These Wicked Hearts

It might be embarrassing how fast I took the elevator down to Gage’s apartment after flinging my duffle bag inside my own and taking a shower. I should have texted him, but from the trip on the plane to getting down to the arena to take care of some business, then showering when I got home, there was no time. I just wanted to be here.

I smile wide when he opens the door. I mean, we’ve talked every day since I’ve been away, but I prefer in person. “Ugh, I forgot how much I like your face.”

“Ridiculous.” But he pulls me in for a kiss

“I missed you,” I say against his lips.

“Uh-huh.” Gage kisses me harder. “Shh, no talking.”

“I know, I’d be stunned quiet too. Missed me so much.”

Gage pulls back to watch me.

“Damn your eyes are pretty.”

“Please stop talking.”

A deep groan rolls through my chest with his mouth back on my neck. His fingers slide down slipping into my sweats.

“Ugh, better.”

“You’re acting kind of desperate,” I say. His fingers freeze. “Real thirsty.”

I lose his fingers. “Are you going to tease me the entire time or are you going to let me fuck you?” Before I can open my mouth to answer, he peels off his shirt and fuck me, I’ll be as quiet as I possibly can.

“You know what’s strange?”

His head drops back and he groans. “No, Atlas. What’s so strange?”

“Like, I don’t know. I’ve never really been this attracted to someone. Like I’ve never seen a guy naked and been like, damn, give me a piece of that. You, though.” I shake my head. “I like your nipples.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply. His fists clench, and I think he’s about to open the door and kick me out. Instead, he grabs the front of my shirt, tugging me forward and mashing our lips together. “God you’re irritating.”

“And sexy,” I murmur against his mouth. “You always forget that part.”

Okay, enough messing around.

I cup the back of his thighs, lifting him up into my arms. His arms lock around my neck and he kisses me harder as I walk us to his room. “Hey, Atlas,” he moans into my mouth.

“Yeah?”

“I did miss you.” He grins against my lips. I can’t get enough. This is all I thought about on the road. “You know, I read about your reputation. Or hockey players’ reputations.” I freeze, pulling back. “Most of you fuck on the road?”

I could be wrong, but I swear I see fire in his eyes. Is he jealous? Oh, fuck, I like the thought of that. “Why, Gage?” I bite his lower lip. “Does that piss you off?”

“No.” His eyes cut into me.

“No? You wouldn’t mind another man’s hands on me?” I grin slowly. “A gorgeous woman with her mouth around my cock?” I lean in, nipping at his throat. “Someone’s cock in my ass?”

I yelp when he fists my hair and wrenches my head back. “Shut up.”

My grin is slow, spreading across my face. “Oh, you’d fucking hate that.”

His hands wrap around my throat, his thumb pressing against my pulse point. “Looks like I just need to mark you up and claim you.”

“What—” His lips drag across my throat before sucking a teasing kiss against my neck right under my ear. I hiss at the sting of his teeth and lay him down, parting his thighs with my knee.

“Gage—”