“I can’t do this.” I choked out the words, breathless. “This is going way too far.”
“But we haven’t done anything yet.”
But we’re going to,I wanted to say.If we keep going, it’s going to happen, and all the excuses in the world will never change it.
If it did happen, he would know I wanted it as badly as he did. Maybe I wanted it even more because I had such a hard time controlling myself. I stared down at the massive bulge in his jeans that hadn’t yet subsided. I’d never looked down at a guy’s crotch on purpose before, but I found Erik hard, throbbing andready for action. I wanted to touch it, to hold it in my hand and squeeze it. Nothing I could do would banish that urge, that need.
When I saw his eyes sneak down to my crotch, I peered down and found my hard-on as ready as ever. Did Erik want to touch my hard-on as badly as I wanted to grope his?
“This was a mistake,” I said.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“I’m telling you, it was just a mistake, a complete fuck up. Don’t correct me, all right?”
I picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and headed out the door at warp speed. Once in the hall, I held my bag in front of me, so passersby wouldn’t see me pitching a tent.
So, I’d survived this round with Erik De Ruiter, but I would see him again. When I did, we would fall into each other’s arms again. That was a given. And when we did, how the hell would we stop ourselves?
13
ERIK
You had a hard-on,my inner voice whispered to me as I laced up my skates, ready to take the ice.Kayden had a hard-on too. You felt it pressed against your leg.
I could always count on my inner voice to point out the obvious, especially when I didn’t want to hear it. Could I deny it? I’d spent a lot of time with a hard-on lately, and I could thank Kayden for that. And it didn’t happen during convenient moments either. Thoughts of our kiss (kissesplural,my inner voice reminded me) flooded my mind randomly, exciting me. I sometimes had to hold my books or hockey bag in front of me so no one would notice.
Before you ask, the answer is no, I don’t like having to admit that. It scares me. I just think denying it would do more harm than good. Like, I couldn’t pretend I’d stayed soft as a noodle after what’d happened.
Plus, it would’ve been a lie.
It did mean that Kayden couldn’t escape this either. He was into the kiss as I was. If he wanted to argue, I would remind him that I’d felt his hard dick against my leg, so he shouldn’t pull any of that banana-in-his-pocket crap. Then our only debate wouldbe about which of us had been harder. That seemed like a trick question.
I can tell you all about this because that wasn’t the part that scared me the most. Want to know what did? I wanted it in me.
There. I said it. Not only had I gotten my own erection and felt Kayden’s throbbing member press against my leg without flipping out, but I wanted his cock inside me.
I might’ve crossed the line there. I’m sorry. I just want to confront the things that scare me. That’s a lot more than I could say for Kayden. And speaking of his Royal Highness, I saw him on the ice the moment I hit the rink.
The guy insisted on being first on the ice for morning skate even if he wasn’t the captain. That tells you something. And I know why he’d shown up extra early too. He had to beat me to it. He wanted to make sure others found him there first and me second. No other reason.
Seeing him there made me feel sick in the pit of my stomach. If it’d been just a kiss, I could’ve handled that. We’d done that before and the sky hadn’t fallen. But getting hard and feeling his member—and wanting it inside me, of course—changed everything.
He wouldn’t go for that, though. Not Kayden Preston, the king of cocky. The thought seemed wild even for me.
When I hit the ice, I headed straight for Kayden, and he skated away from me immediately.
Of course.
Cardinal rule number one in dealing with Kayden is to never let him pull any of his macho tough guy bullshit. I followed him because he really thought ignoring things, including me, could make them go away.
I skated after him, refusing to be dismissed.
Instead of glancing over his shoulder, Kayden focused his eyes straight ahead.
I persisted.
“Can’t you take a hint?” he asked.
