Page 52 of Home Ice

His hands are tangled in my hair, and I reach down to palm those godforsaken glutes of his. I’ve tried to be respectful. I’ve tried to keep everything light and friendly and steer us in a direction where we might still talk once he leaves.

But when his teeth catch my bottom lip, all I can think is fuck platonic.

My moan sounds filthy as he slowly lets my lip slide from between his teeth.

“I never expected to tick off a high school fantasy on this trip.”

I chuckle, deep in my chest, and squeeze his ass until his body plasters against mine. “Maybe I should have tried making you jealous back then.”

“Maybe.” His lips find my jaw. “But aren’t you the one always warning against what-ifs?”

Him listening to my ridiculous rambling makes me smile. “True.” He kisses his way down my throat, distracting me as the nerves there come alive. “Besides, this is already much, much better.”

“Not yet, it’s not.”

The promise in his tone goes straight to my dick. I might never have had fantasies about him back then, but I think it was less because of him and more because I was so far in denial. Hawke is the sexiest man I know, and if I weren’t so determined to have him in my life again, I would have been the one to instigate this sooner or later.

Lucky for me, I don’t have to.

But we are in a very public parking lot. The car is around the side of the building, away from the front doors and the floodlights, and opposite us are dense woods. From here, with the car between us and the building, I don’t think anyone would be able to see us, but it’s hard to know.

Do I want this enough to risk being caught?

Undoubtedly.

Do I want this enough to risk Hawke being caught and publicly outed?

I check over my shoulder again as his hands slip down my sides, and even though we’re similar sizes, he feels so huge and overpowering.

“Hawke …” I need to point out how exposed we are here. “I don’t think⁠—”

Before I can finish what I’m going to say, he grabs my thigh, hitches it over his hip, and brings our cocks together.

“Oh, damn.”

His thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, and I melt.

“You don’t think,” he rasps. “You don’t speak. You don’t do. You just stand there and let me take care of you.”

My spine loses all consistency, and I swear he’s the only thing holding me upright. I’m so fucking horny, still have a tiny buzz, and I suck on his thumb like my life depends on it until he pulls it from my mouth and replaces it with his lips.

Hawke presses a long, slow kiss against my mouth as he rocks against me. There’s nothing like having a man’s body flush against mine, his hard chest, hard cock, and strong, demanding hands. The soft way he breaks the kiss and tilts my chin up with one finger beneath it.

“I’m going to suck your cock now.”

All the air rushes from my lungs. “Okay.”

“And you’ll never think about Trevor fucking Albarran again.”

The growl in Hawke’s voice is so sexy, I don’t think I can take any more. I don’t know how, after all this time, I can need him as much now as I did back then, but I’ll never deny that the jealousy is hot. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and somehow, this is the most intense hookup I’ve ever had.

Hawke drops to his knees and confidently pops the button on my shorts before tugging the fly down in one go. I can’t believe this is going to happen. I’m almost in whiplash how we got here, but after the closeness and the flirting all afternoon, I fucking need this.

I tilt myself closer to him, but with his stare gleaming in the darkness, Hawke sets one hand on my hip and pins me against the car.

“Stay.”

Stay?