Page 104 of Breaking the Ice

“Is that what you want me to do?” Gavin didn’t look like he’d call him a sick fuck for it, or slap him or leave if he asked for it. Even if Zach demanded it.

“It sounds like a great start.”

Gavin nodded, like he was telling himself it was okay now, to do it. Because Zach had said it was okay. And suddenly Zach was lightheaded, arousal surging through him, making him harder than he could remember being in ages.

He’d always known Gavin could demolish him, but he’d never imagined Gavin would do it this easily, or with soft pleas falling from his lips.

“Zach, please take me to bed. I want it so bad. I wanted it before I even knew what it was, before I could even know how good it could feel.”

“Yeah?” Zach’s fingers found bare skin underneath Gavin’s T-shirt, stroking lightly at his sides. He was soft and firm and Zach wanted to touch him all over.

Actually, he wanted Gavin to ask him to touch him all over.

Beg him, even.

“I want it,” Gavin said, flushing again. He could barely meet Zach’s eyes but he had a feeling it wasn’t a lack of desire but a surplus of it.

“What do you want me to do?”

Gavin made a face. “Do I have to say it?”

“Oh yeah, you sure do,” Zach said, smiling, because he couldn’tnotanymore. This was hot as hell, no question about it, but it was wonderful too, filling him with a buoyant happiness until he felt like a balloon, about to float away into the clouds.

Gavin leaned in, kissed him again. God, his mouth was incredible. Soft and wet and perfect, his tongue slipping into his mouth like there was where it belonged. Zach couldn’t get enough of kissing him, so he dragged the kiss out, one melting into the next.

He only pulled back when he felt Gavin begin to pant unsteadily, and then his hips flexed against Zach’s once and then twice.

Yeah, Gavin was definitely as into this as Zach was.

“I want you to touch me,” Gavin murmured. “I want you to give me an orgasm I’m going to think about every single night you’re not next to me.”

Zach’s brain shut down.

“Cute you think you’re going to have any nights alone after this,” he said roughly. Probably it was too much to assume they were spending every night together, but Zach had wanted this too long and he felt insane with just howmuchhe needed.

He pushed Gavin towards the bedroom and thanked God his apartment was small and the bedroom wasn’t that far away.

He could push Gavin right down onto the couch and blow his mind, but the bed would be better. More room, more options. Because he had a lot of things he wanted to do. A lot of ways he wanted Gavin to feel.

“Guess you like that,” Gavin observed, his hand sliding down Zach’s back and cupping his ass. Squeezing it. “God,” he exhaled sharply, suddenly, like the touch affected him as much—or more—than it had affected Zach.

And that was saying something.

“I fucking love it,” Zach said and pushed Gavin right up against the edge of the bed. “I fucking—” He almost said it and only saved himself in the last moment by mashing their mouths together again. Zach had told himself if he ever got a chance to do this, he’d have some finesse, but the urge to take and take andtakewas shredding his self-control.

Or maybe that was the way Gavin had fallen to his knees right in his fucking doorway.

Either way, Zach was basically losing the fight to get his hands on Gavinright now.

He broke the kiss for just long enough to pull Gavin’s shirt off, hands trailing down his curved collarbones to his pecs, lips finding the sharp perfect angle of his neck.

Gavin moaned, lighting up all of Zach’s nerves, as his fingertips found his nipples and circled. He’d done enough fantasizing of his own, and even in those daydreams, Gavin had never felt this good. Been this responsive, like warm putty in Zach’s hands.

“More, more,” Gavin groaned.

Zach could do that.

He pushed Gavin up onto the bed, made quick work of his shoes and socks, and then slid his palms up his calves, his thighs. Gavin’s hips twitched when he stopped just short of where he clearly wanted them—if the long hard length of his cock, so obvious in his jeans, was any indication.