Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,33

sure.

Eric dragged himself into the bathroom and cleaned himself quickly. He went to his walk-in closet and found his second-softest pajama pants, enjoying the caress of bamboo as he pulled them on. The slick fabric felt cool against his heated skin.

When he got into bed, he realized how exhausted he was. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of winter-blue eyes dancing behind glasses, calloused hands, and disheveled corn silk hair.

Chapter Nine

Kyle woke up late.

He stretched languidly, sliding his limbs inside the butter-soft layers of Eric’s expensive bedding. The sheets felt so wonderful he had left the pajamas Eric had brought him on the chair and slept in his underwear. The luxurious caress of the fabric had done nothing to quell Kyle’s raging arousal, but he’d resisted jerking off last night. It seemed wrong to do that in Eric’s house. Kyle didn’t want to be rude.

But now his dick was screaming for attention. Kyle did his best to ignore it, flipping to his stomach and burying his face in a perfectly soft pillow.

Eric had been ogling him last night, Kyle was sure of it. He’d been ogled quite a lot in his life, and the heat in Eric’s eyes when he’d taken in Kyle’s bare chest had been unmistakable. And the way he’d hurried out of the room, flustered and adorable.

Eric wanted him.

But that didn’t mean Eric was going to do anything about it. And it didn’t mean Kyle should want him to do anything about it. Eric, Kyle reminded himself, was off limits.

His dark eyes were off limits. His muscular forearms and broad chest were off limits. His silver-flecked beard and gorgeous thick hair were off limits.

Kyle wasn’t sure how long he’d been humping the mattress, but he needed to stop. He didn’t even see a box of tissues in the room.

He forced himself to leave the bed, adjusting his erection in his briefs and hoping it would fade soon. He normally indulged in a leisurely jerk-off session when he woke up, so his dick was confused and angry about his refusal to acknowledge it today.

He put his glasses on and ran a hand through his hair. He pulled on the pajama pants and T-shirt Eric had given him—both exquisitely soft—grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste, quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped into the hallway to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if Eric would be awake yet. He seemed like he’d be an early riser, but it had been a very late night.

Kyle got freshened up in the bathroom and considered taking a shower. His dick was very into that idea, but Kyle wasn’t going let that idiot call the shots. He wasn’t sure where Eric kept the towels, or if it would be presumptuous to use the shower.

The house was very quiet. Kyle wandered into the kitchen, hoping to find the coffee Eric had promised, but found it empty. The bottles Kyle had rinsed last night had been put away somewhere, so Eric must be awake.

Kyle stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to the top two floors, but he couldn’t see anything past the point where they turned a corner. He slowly ascended the stairs, hoping Eric would make his presence known before Kyle looked too much like a stalker. When the room at the top came into view, his jaw dropped.

The whole floor seemed to be a studio space. The front wall was entirely windows, and the other walls were white, reflecting the midday sun. The floor was a light-colored wood, and the room was sparsely decorated with lush green plants and quiet pieces of art. It was a gorgeous space, but the most stunning feature was the man in the middle of the room balancing, shirtless, on his elbows with his legs stretched high above his head in a perfectly straight line.

Kyle stared for a moment at the tension in Eric’s muscular forearms and biceps. At the elegant lines of his bare feet. At the defined muscles of his back. He was physical perfection.

“Holy shit,” Kyle whispered, which made Eric open his eyes. His brow furrowed when he saw Kyle, then he calmly bent his knees, tucking his legs into his body before slowly shifting to a kneeling position on the mat.

“Good morning,” Eric said.

“Is it still morning?”

“Barely.” Eric stood and sauntered over to Kyle, his chest glistening with sweat. He had dark hair covering his pecs, which was exactly what Kyle had pictured. When he’d allowed himself to picture. Which