Page 113 of Rookie Attraction

We come up for air and I whisper, “Is that enough talking for tonight?”

“Yes. Maybe later.” He runs his thumb over my slick lips. “First, I need you in my bed.”

That’s all I need to hear. I launch off Sel and the couch.

“Last one naked makes breakfast!” I yell over my shoulder.

Chapter Twenty-One

FINN

I’m first in the bedroom, but Sel wins the game. Eager me is so busy throwing aside the duvet that I forget I still have my briefs on. Sel swaggers in—every hot inch of him—and I realize that I haven’t lost a damn thing. I’ll cook breakfast for him any day he wants.

Sel slowly stalks toward me, his stiff dick curled up against his abs. Never mind tomorrow, I want to eat now. I’m so hungry for him that the closer he gets, the harder I’m shaking. When I look up into his eyes, all that heat aimed at me, I’m ready to melt into the floor. He makes me wait, teasing me, stepping close but never touching. Surrounded by his body heat, and the smell of his sweat and precum; it’s intoxicating.

Every part of my body is primed to fuck.

I push my navy briefs off, throw them aside and… oops, they land on his pillow.

“Score,” I quip.

Sel shakes his head. “No, I’m the one who’s winning.”

He closes the distance between us. Before I get a chance to lean in and kiss him, he cups my face in his hands and rubs his thumbs over my scruff.

“This is so freaking sexy,” he groans. “Never shave again.”

“Same goes.”

“Give me that beautiful mouth,” he demands. “And don’t even think of denying the compliment, Baran, or I’ll swat your ass red.”

“Go for it, you’ve already left bruises there,” I chuckle. “Fingerprints on my hips too, which Cody noticed during my massage.”

Sel offers a naughty grin as he moves one hand down my chest and around my hip, his fingers trailing fireworks along my skin.

“Good. I hope he knows you’re off limits.”

“Nah, he probably thinks I get laid a lot.”

“That’s the plan moving forward,” Sel quips and squeezes me, goosebumps popping up all over my body. “But only with me. Now give me your mouth.”

The lighthearted mood vanishes as we reach for each other, our lips crashing together, his tongue seeking mine. Sel doesn’t hold back, pushing me down onto the bed, and I moan when he settles on top of me. Fuck, this feels so good, nothing between us except our eager cocks. I wrap my legs around his hips and grind against him, my dick needing friction. He angles his head and kisses me deeply, and when he sucks on my tongue, my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to a kiss. I swear I could come from that alone.

“What do you want?” he asks and lowers his head to trail kisses on my neck. “What do you need?”

I don’t reply at first, overwhelmed.

“And to let you know,” he adds. “I got tested during training camp, same as you, and everything’s good.”

What I want, and need, is to fuck him, to be as close as we can get. But I’m not sure if I should say that. Am I ready? My gut says yes. What if he wants to return the favor? I’m not ready to be fucked yet. I’m hella curious, but my nerves are holding me back. If Sel wants to blow me, though, I’m down for that…

“Finn?”

“Sorry, I’m short-circuiting,” I admit.

“Tell me,” he encourages with another kiss.

Sliding my hands down his broad back, I grab hold of his ass.