Page 241 of The Fall

“Torey.” His voice is a quiet caress. “What are you thinking about?”

There’s never a different answer: “You.”

He lifts my palm to his lips, kissing each knuckle and faded bruise. This hand has taken cross-checks, blocked slap-shots, and curled around a hundred cold Gatorade bottles, and now he treats it like treasure pulled from deep water. I feel rebuilt under his attention.

His hand moves to my neck, fingers gliding into my hair. “Tell me,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

I close the distance between us and capture his lips in a soft and tender kiss.

Blair sighs into the kiss like he’s been waiting for this as desperately as I have. His lips are softer than they have any right to be after years of split lips and ice burns.

The kiss stays slow, unhurried, each brush of his lips against mine thorough. We have nowhere else to be but here, wrapped up in each other. His hair slips through my fingers like silk, and I hold on as if letting go would send me drifting. Blair tastes like possibility, like every good thing. The taste of him, bright salt and lime, vital as summer, spreads across my tongue. His thumb strokes along my jaw, mapping the curve of it while I lose myself in the warm slide of his mouth against mine. We are two halves of one whole, on the ice and off.

When we finally part, we’re both breathing hard. Blair’s eyes have gone dark, pupils blown wide, and mine must mirror his.

“Blair…”

A blush paints the high arcs of his cheekbones. “Every time,” he breathes. “Every single time, you rock my entire world.” He’s so close his lips move over mine as his words spill out.

This love is a fire in my veins. He holds my heart so completely that sometimes I forget where I end and he begins.

Our mouths meet again, and everything else—hockey, time, existence itself—recedes.

His fingers knot deeper in my hair, dragging my mouth harder against his. The mattress dips and groans as he pushes me flat, my shoulders hitting sheets that smell like hotel starch and him. My hands scramble under his shirt, finding the sweat-damp heat of his back, the hard ridges of muscle shifting as he moves over me. Heat gathers low in my belly, building until my skin feels too tight.

I bite his bottom lip, and he groans into my mouth. His forearms brace on either side of my head, caging me in, and when our hips slot together, he’s hard against me through toomany layers of fabric. I arch up shamelessly, grinding against the line of his cock trapped in his jeans.

His mouth leaves mine, teeth scraping down my throat and painting a path down my skin as he pushes under my shirt.

“So beautiful.” His lips shape the words against me in a moan.

I yank at his shirt, dragging it up. He lifts his arms, and I pull it off. He does the same, and then we’re skin-to-skin, kissing again, desperately, devouring each other.

His palms glide down my chest, my stomach, until he seizes my hips as his mouth lands on my sternum. His tongue traces the groove between my pecs and down the tense plane of my abdomen. He licks into my navel, and my abs jerk.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need…” I swallow. “I need you.”

His eyes flare, molten-blue fire. He surges up, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that scorches through me. “You have me,” he vows. “All of me, always.”

His fingers hook into my waistband; the button pops. He drags my zipper down, teeth catching briefly on my cotton-covered cock. Cool air hits my overheated skin as he peels both denim and briefs down my thighs. He leans down, dropping kisses to the sharp cut of my hip, the sensitive skin where thigh meets groin. His breath ghosts over my cock, and my hips lift off the bed.

“Blair, please…”

The first flick of his tongue on my cock shoots a shockwave through me. Heat races from my toes to my scalp as he takes me in, the wet warmth of his mouth surrounding me in one smooth glide.

One of his hands braces against my hip, holding me down as I thrash. The other strokes my cock where his lips don’t reach, twisting in time with his sucks. His tongue does somethingdevastating to the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head, and my whole body seizes. I’m coming apart at the seams, reduced to pure sensation. His name spills from my lips in broken syllables. When he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard while his hand twists just right, my ankles lock around his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

I gasp, hands tearing at the sheets as he takes me deeper. He is relentless, and I’m a mess, lost to the perfection of him. Christ. My hands fist in his hair as the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the rhythm?—

“Blair,” I gasp, voice wrecked. “Please, please…”

He doubles down, taking me so deep his throat works around me. His free hand slides between my legs to cup my balls, rolling them gently, and that’s it—I’m done. My orgasm rips through me, and my back arches completely off the bed, every muscle locked tight as I spill down his throat in waves that seem endless. He takes everything I give him, lapping at me as I twitch and gasp through the aftershocks.

Then he crawls up my body, his grin wicked, his lips swollen, and he kisses me slowly, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Back with me?”

I surge up and flip us in one smooth motion. He lands on his back with a surprised laugh that I swallow with my mouth. I kiss him, chasing every drop of me from his mouth before charting my own path down his body.