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We made it as far as starting to dry off before we were all over each other again.

Still dripping from the shower, we leaned against the cold bathroom counter and made out as if an orgasm apiece hadn’t done a thing to calm us down.

I usually needed some time to recover, same as he did—one of those things I’d had to get used to once I’d started taking T—but I was raring to go already.

Still too sensitive for him to try getting me off again, at least for a little while, but this?

Kissing and dragging our hands all over each other’s bodies? Oh yeah, I could handle this.

We were still wet, though, and we finally separated long enough to towel off.

I didn’t mind, especially because it gave me an amazing view of his beautiful naked body.

I couldn’t help raking my eyes up and down him, marveling at the incredible things professional hockey had done to his physique.

He had the six-pack abs my clients would’ve killed for—not the hard-edged look of someone who’d dehydrated themselves for a photo shoot, but the smooth contours between the toned muscles.

His whole body was lean and toned and chiseled—every inch the professional athlete.

There were also some bruises of varying ages, which was pretty normal for a hockey player.

He wasn’t erect at the moment, but I’d been up close and personal enough with his hard-on both in the past and today to know exactly how much he was packing.

While his body was extraordinary, absolutely fitness magazine material, his cock was completely average—fucking perfect as far as I was concerned.

I’d been fantasizing about getting drilled by him because I missed good sex, because I wanted Trev in particular… and because what could I say? Between his size and the powerful muscles in his legs and ass, I knew without a doubt it was going to be the fuck of my life.

Yes, please. Please, please, please.

He glanced at me, and then our eyes locked, and he grinned.

His expression reflected the same lust and surprise that still heated my blood.

I wanted him so bad I could barely see straight, and I still couldn’t believe we were here.

I couldn’t believe that just a few minutes ago, I’d knelt at his feet, taken his cock between my lips, and swallowed his cum.

Or that he’d fingered me into the stratosphere.

Or that we were anything but finished fooling around.

He tossed his towel aside and stepped closer, wrapping me up in those strong arms as he kissed me. He had a couple of inches on me, but not so much that we had to strain to kiss while we were standing. We fit together almost perfectly, and I loved it.

And I loved that this man—Trevor Allen—was the one holding and kissing me. I’d misread him so badly in the gym, and I felt awful for that.

Drawing back, I looked into those beautiful brown eyes. “I’m sorry, by the way. For thinking… in the gym…”

He blinked as if he wasn’t sure what I was talking about, but he quickly caught up. “No, it’s okay.” He carded his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t want to see you like that. Because holy shit, I definitely do.”

I grinned and pulled him in closer. “I think we’re on the same page now.”

“Mmhmm, we definitely are.” He slid his hands down my back and over my ass, and he murmured, “Oh my God…”

I concurred; I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me feel so sexy. Or the last time I’d wanted someone this much.

“We’re on the same page,” I whispered. “Maybe we should get on the same piece of furniture?”

He laughed softly. “Good idea. Then I won’t have to concentrate so much about keeping my balance.”

Ah, so we were definitely on the same page.

In the bedroom, he pulled back the covers, and I climbed into his enormous bed.

Instead of going around to the other side, he came in after me, wrapping an arm around my midsection and pulling us close together.

Heat rushed through me as his lips skated up my spine and his hardening dick pressed against my ass.

“I’ve been going nuts with you in the house,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “From the day you got here, I’ve wanted…” He pulled his hips and my ass flush together, his cock thickening between my thighs. “Would you be offended if I told you I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”

I didn’t even recognize the helpless sound that escaped my throat. “‘Offended’ isn’t the word I’d use.” I covered his hand with mine and squeezed my thighs together to give him some friction. “What did you think about when you were jerking off?”

“Everything,” he rumbled. In between kissing the side of my neck, he went on, “I came so damn hard the other night. Just… thinking about… God, just thinking about you .”

I closed my eyes and squirmed. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” The arm around my midsection tightened as his hot breath rushed past my neck. He kissed along my hairline, his cock still moving slowly but rhythmically between my thighs. “I’m not kidding when I say I came hard. Surprised I didn’t black out.”

Christ, I loved hearing all that arousal and need in his voice.

Some uncertainty crept in, though, and he asked, “That isn’t weird, is it? That I was thinking about you and…”

“Not at all.” I twisted around to find his mouth with mine. “Especially not after I’ve been doing the same thing.”

His fingers twitched on my skin. “Oh yeah? And what have you been thinking about?”

“Mostly you fucking me.” I rolled over to face him fully. “The details don’t matter. I just really, really want…” I trailed my fingertips along the underside of his hard-on, drawing sighed profanity from his mouth.

“You really do want to get dicked down, don’t you?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

He laughed, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his expression.

I touched his face. “What?”

“I, uh…” He hesitated. “Listen, I don’t want to hit the brakes or kill the mood or anything, but…” He looked at me shyly. “The last time we did anything like this, it was before you transitioned.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it was. And it was back when we were young and stupid.”

“That too. And I still remember what you liked back then, but if anything’s changed—anything you don’t want me doing or touching, or that you like now that you didn’t before—I’m all ears.”

I smiled, running my fingers down the middle of his chest. “I need more time to recharge in between orgasms now. And there’s some positions I don’t like now, but that has more to do with my back than anything.”

Trev’s eyebrows flicked up. “You hurt your back?”

“Jacked it up a little a few years ago.” I rolled my eyes. “Got lazy about my form while I was deadlifting, and I’m still paying for it.”

He made a face. “Ouch. So certain positions…”

“I mean, I can do the usual. Nothing super acrobatic. But like, my back can get a little bitchy when I’m on top for a long time.”

That brought a quiet laugh out of him, and he relaxed a bit. “Well, that probably won’t be an issue.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “Aside from when we were in the shower, I can usually last pretty long, you know? But for some reason, if someone’s riding my dick…” He whistled and shook his head.

“Ooh,” I said with a grin. “So if I want a really intense quickie, just climb on and ride it?”

The way he bit his lip and squirmed sent tingles up my spine.

“So, longer recharge and be careful of your back. Anything else?” He ran his thumb over my pierced nipple. “Do you like these touched?”

I shrugged. “There isn’t much feeling, honestly. I got them because I like how they look.”

“Good to know. And I like how they look, too.” He slid his hand down my side, then around to my back, and when his lips met mine, I couldn’t help the soft moan. Trev had been a good kisser when we were teenagers. As an adult? Oh, God . He was an artful kisser now.

He broke away again and looked in my eyes. “Okay, before we get too carried away again—do we need condoms?”

Oh. Huh. Yeah, that was probably something to figure out sooner than later.

“Up to you,” I said. “I tested negative for everything on the planet after my ex cheated.”

“Thank God for that,” he muttered. “What a dick, though. And I did the same after Bryan cheated—all negative.”

I smirked. “Does this mean we both have really bad taste in guys?”

“Probably.” He bent to kiss beneath my jaw. “But I think we’re making up for it now, right?”

“Mmm, yes. Definitely.” I dragged my palm up his back. “And, um—we don’t need condoms for, uh, other reasons, either. If you want to fuck me in the front.”

He lifted his head, eyebrows up. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. There’s nothing—you don’t need to worry about it. Trust me.”

“I trust you, but I meant—do you still like it like that?”

“Oh hell yeah.” I grinned. “Front, back, mouth—I’ll take it wherever you want to give it.”

The way he bit his lip and shivered sent a surge of need through me. “God, now I don’t even know what I want to do.” He rubbed his hard-on against my thigh. “I really want to make you come again, though.”

I squirmed under him. “Please do.”

Those gorgeous eyes gleamed with hunger. He shifted onto his side and trailed his fingertips down my belly. “I always loved doing this before.”

I parted my thighs. “You were always damn good at it, too.” He really had been. Even in our clumsy, clueless teenager days, he’d always had magic fingers, and that hadn’t changed. Still a soft, gentle touch, just less tentative now. More sure than he’d been back then.

Jesus Christ, this was sexy. Lying here, kissing, teasing each other with our hands—I could do this all damned day. Or until we both came again. Or—whatever, I just loved it.

I couldn’t help rocking my hips to egg him on. Some guys took that to mean they should work their fingers harder—ouch—but just like in the shower, Trev’s touch stayed light.