Page 33 of You, Again

“It’s fucking hockey, Nolan. It’s a physical game. You’re not supposed to be polite. You’re supposed to throw your weight around, fight for the puck at whatever cost. You know that, for fuck’s sake.”

“You don’t do that by shoving your co-coach,” he hissed. “I need to be done talking about this right now, because the urge to punch you is a little too strong. See you later.”

I closed the door before he could open it, rolled up my sleeve, and offered him my biceps. “Hit me with your best shot.”

“No, Vinnie,” Nolan huffed in exasperation.

I tapped my muscles. “C’mon. Show me what you got.”

“Out of the way. I need a shower and I need to get to the diner. I don’t have time for this. Just don’t…don’t fucking do that again. I get it…you’re strong, you’re powerful, you’re—” Nolan looked away when his voice faltered.

And just like that, I couldn’t breathe.

“I’m…what?” I prodded in a barely-there whisper.

Nolan bit his full lips. The same lips I’d envisioned wrapped around my dick this morning in the shower.Fuck.Do not sport wood now, Kiminski. Do not.

Christ, even sweaty and angry, he was seriously hot. Every one of my porn-infused fantasies slammed into me like some kind of X-rated kaleidoscope, filling my head with images of Nolan begging me to kiss him, touch him, fuck him.

Whoa.That was—

True.

I wanted to fuck him. I wanted inside his ass. I wanted to finger his hole, lick him open, and pound into him. I wanted—

“Sorry about last week,” he blurted.

“Huh?” I furrowed my brow.

“The kiss attack at my mom’s. We never discussed it, and we should. I don’t know why that happened or what I was thinking, but—”

“You were thinking I’m hot and you want to do me,” I deadpanned.

Nolan didn’t laugh like I hoped he would. He looked away and let out a long exhale that sounded as though he’d shifted the weight of the world from one shoulder to the other.

“Right. Well…”

I didn’t want to hear the rest. No excuses, no regrets. The fastest way to shut him up was to do exactly what he implied shouldn’t have happened at all.

So I pulled him toward me and pinned him against the wall. Shock immediately gave way to a menacing glare. I had less than two seconds to explain myself, and I had to make it good.

“I don’t want to hear sorry. We can talk all fuckin’ night if it makes you feel better, but it doesn’t change a thing. I’m still gonna want you.”

He clenched his jaw and grasped a handful of my shirt. “You don’t know what the fuck you wa—”

I shut him up with a rough kiss…all heat and desire, zero finesse.

Fireworks exploded in my brain, like some kind of internal signal that this was exactly where I was supposed to be. Maybe Nolan felt it too.

He softened the connection and sank into it, pushing his tongue between my lips. And if possible, the fire burned hotter than ever. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, roaming my hands down his sides, resting them on his hips before squeezing his ass and dragging my cock alongside his through our joggers.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re hard.”

Nolan shoved my chest. “This isn’t—we can’t do this. Not here.”

He was right. This wasn’t the time or place.

But at least he hadn’t said it was a bad idea.