Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,57

sluggish with lust—a sensation he wasn’t used to—but he did his best to keep up with the kiss. He wanted Kyle to take charge and do whatever he liked, but he didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t want to ask. For once in his life, Eric didn’t want to be the one in control.

Kyle dropped his hand to Eric’s crotch and began caressing his rigid cock through his pants. “Nice,” Kyle murmured appreciatively. He kissed Eric’s jaw, and then nipped his earlobe. Eric’s head tipped back and he let out a completely involuntary moan. “You’re so hard for me already. Been too long, hasn’t it, baby?”

The pet name should have sounded weird—they barely knew each other—but Eric found it thrilling. “Too long,” he agreed breathlessly.

“We’ll fix that,” Kyle promised. “I’m going to wring you out tonight.”

God, that sounded wonderful. Eric kissed him again, which he hoped showed his approval of Kyle’s plans. He stilled, his whole body buzzing with anticipation, as Kyle unfastened Eric’s pants and slipped his hand inside. His fingers wrapped around Eric’s cock, making Eric whimper into Kyle’s mouth. He knew he’d wanted this, but now that he had this beautiful man’s hand wrapped around him, and his slick tongue stroking his own, Eric didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it.

Kyle’s grip was loose, his fingertips lightly brushing against Eric’s shaft. Eric thrust his hips a couple of times, needing more. Kyle laughed and took his hand away. “You’re desperate for it. Why don’t you get undressed and meet me on the bed?”

Eric had never gotten his clothes off faster. He’d been naked in front of other men so many times in his life that he wasn’t a bit bashful about being on full display now. He gazed at Kyle, wanting his reaction. Wanting his approval.

“Jesus.” Kyle sounded horrified. It wasn’t encouraging. But then Kyle lightly touched Eric’s chest, over a bruise that had formed after Eric had taken a slap shot there during the game in Toronto.

“It’s nothing,” Eric said, not wanting any distractions.

“There are so many,” Kyle said quietly. He trailed his fingers over to another bruise. And another one.

“Part of the job. I barely feel them anymore.”

Then Kyle was tracing the lines of his surgery scars on his shoulder. “I’ll bet you felt this one.”

“Just some repairs. Everything is in working order now.”

Kyle kissed the scar tissue, which was shockingly sensual, and made Eric’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth go slack. Kyle’s lips lingered, gently tracing the thin line of the scar while Eric struggled to breathe. It was just a scar—it didn’t even have an interesting story—but what Kyle was doing felt so intimate and adoring that Eric lost himself in it.

Then, Kyle’s lips were gone, and when Eric opened his eyes he saw that he had stepped back to pull his own T-shirt off. Kyle’s body wasn’t bruised and blemished, it was exactly as Eric had remembered it from seeing him half undressed in his guest bedroom: perfect. His flat stomach and toned pecs with that trail of hair Eric hadn’t been able to stop thinking about were on full display, and this time Eric could admire as much as he liked.

He sat on the end of the bed and watched as Kyle opened his jeans and slid them down over his slim hips. He looked like a model as he stood in front of Eric in nothing but his royal-blue boxer briefs.

A model with a very obvious erection straining the fabric of his underwear.

Kyle stood between Eric’s legs and tipped his chin up. “Take them off,” he instructed.

In the hockey world, Eric was known for his steady hands, and for generally remaining calm in the face of pressure. But he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling a bit as he reached for Kyle now. He placed his palms on Kyle’s waist and slid them down over his warm, smooth skin, to the waistband of his briefs. He glanced up, and Kyle nodded his approval, so Eric hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged the briefs down an inch or so. Then he paused and leaned in so he could press his lips to Kyle’s stomach. He kissed across his abdomen and then down to where the trail of dark blond hair started.

“That’s good,” Kyle murmured. “Take your time.”

Eric flicked his gaze back up and found Kyle watching him intently. “You’re beautiful,” Eric said, because he’d never told Kyle that before and he thought he should know. He