Page 91 of Rookie Attraction

“I can’t—” he starts, running a hand through his hair.

“I know,” I interrupt. “You didn’t need to come here to tell me that. I got the message in Toronto.”

I move to close the door, but Sel puts his hand on it, and my heart takes off running.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he confesses in a low, rough voice. “Jesus, Finn, I can’t stay away.”

Suddenly I can’t breathe, let alone think, but somehow, I move. Grabbing his bicep, I pull Sel inside, locking the door behind us.

“You really want me?”

I need to make sure I heard him correctly, because all the blood in my body is rushing to my dick and I have thirty seconds before my brain shuts down.

He grunts and licks his lips. “I don’t think want is the right word.”

“What about all the complications?”

“They’re still there.”

“And my queer virginity?”

“Your what?”

At least my sense of humor hasn’t completed disappeared.

“Just pretend we’re back at college camp,” I reply. “Only, you’re not teaching me about hockey.”

Sel lets out the dirtiest moan, but the joke’s on me because my knees are about to give out.

“Something tells me I’m the one who’s going to learn a lot,” he murmurs as I stare into his beautiful brown eyes. “Kiss me.”

“There’s no going back,” I admit. “I’ll deal with whatever happens, but I won’t act like nothing did.”

I take a step closer, reaching for Sel’s hips. His body heat, his musky scent, it’s all fucking intoxicating, and I’m ready to get drunk.

“No going back,” he repeats.

“Then stay with me tonight,” I boldly state, hoping he feels the same. “We don’t have to have sex. I mean, I want to, but… I want you to sleep in my bed.”

Sel nods, a dark flush staining his cheeks.

“I want that too.”

I lean into him slowly and tremble when our hips and chest make contact. He’s waiting for me to make the first move, to make sure this is my choice. I barely brush my lips over his mouth, tormenting him, making no move to kiss him the way we both need. He chases my mouth, and when I ease off, I get the full glare.

“Finn,” he growls.

“Is there something you need?” I whisper against his mouth.

“You’re a fucking tease.”

“I’m sensing intense frustration,” I chuckle.

He cups my jaw with his callused hand and there’s no more laughter.

“You have no freaking idea,” he admits. “I’ve been crawling the walls for the past two weeks.”

“You’re not alone.”