Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Geoffrey opened his mouth to answer, but his mouth had gone dry and there wasn’t a clear thought in his head. He licked his lips and Sven lunged forward, capturing his mouth in a quick, brutal kiss that scattered the last of his thoughts to the wind but one…
“Let’s go,” he croaked when Sven released him.
Not hesitating, Sven bent down and dropped Geoffrey over his shoulder while placing the disc bag over the other. Geoffrey let out a surprised “Eep!” at the sudden change but then just laughed as Sven wordlessly marched them across the open field, back in the direction of the parking lot. He waved toward the girls who were watching them with stunned expressions.
As they walked away, he could have sworn he heard one of them ask, “Does this mean Sven’s gay?” but he never heard the answer.
Poor Sven was likely to find that he didn’t have a fan club waiting on him next time he played, but that was fine with Geoffrey. Sven was his at long last. His more immediate concern was how the hell he was going to survive the half-hour drive back to his place.
Chapter 12
“Stay right behind me,” Sven said through gritted teeth, the hunger ripping through him doing its best to demolish what was left of his control. He’d been attracted to Geoffrey from the start. He’d worked hard to ignore it, but he was done fighting this. Whatever this was—because it didn’t feel like anything he knew.
Hands in tight fists, he checked every nook and cranny of Geoffrey’s big house. He was about to break two of his biggest personal rules, but he wasn’t going to jack with Geoffrey’s safety.
Surprisingly, for once, Geoffrey was silent as he did as told and the few times Sven glanced back at him, it was to find the man staring at him in a way that had his steps quickening.
Nobody had ever looked at Sven like this. Blatant, unfettered desire blazed in Geoffrey’s blue eyes as he stayed as close as possible without actually letting their bodies touch. Warmth swelled in his chest. Sven didn’t understand why this was so important to him but it was. He was just so aware of the man. His every movement, his expressive face—one that could change from angry to amused in the blink of an eye. Every emotion kicked off a reaction in Sven—both mind and body. He’d never wanted to shut up a smart mouth with his own so badly. And he’d never wanted to bury himself inside somebody the way he did Geoffrey. He was half-dizzy at the knowledge that it was about to happen.
Once he was satisfied the house was clear, he grabbed Geoffrey’s wrist and dragged him into the office and behind his desk to rewind and forward through the video footage. Geoffrey stood beside him, unnaturally still until they got close to the time stamp of their arrival.
That’s when he put his hands on Sven.
He was trembling.
And Sven got it. He did. Because inside, he felt it, too. A deep rumbling need to know if this was going to feel even half as good as he hoped. And…terror that it might even be better.
The second he caught up to the current time on the cameras, he pinned Geoffrey to the wall, slashing his mouth over those fucking sexy lips like he needed them to survive. Geoffrey opened for him, just as frantic, and clenched slender fingers into his biceps. He tasted sweet…like breath mints. Sven hadn’t noticed him eating them and he sucked on that wicked tongue before sending his own deep.
Geoffrey shuddered, stood on his toes, and raised his hands to hold on to Sven’s shoulders. Sven ducked, kissing down Geoffrey’s jaw to his neck. Warm summer scents filled his nose. Sun and sweat. He groaned and opened his mouth over his skin, salt on his tongue. He planned to thoroughly explore every inch of Geoffrey’s body, and because he wanted to offer up his own the same way, that meant a shower.
Cursing at yet another delay, he pulled back and sucked in a breath at the sexy, dazed stare Geoffrey gave him. His plan to suggest separating for showers flew out of his head. Unable to wait another second, he bent and hauled Geoffrey over his shoulder again, patting his ass when he laughed. Then he left his hand there because it felt perfect. Geoffrey fit him like he was made for Sven’s hands.
“I can still walk,” he muttered into Sven’s back. “Maybe.”
His lightweight body briefly reminded Sven of his size, but he didn’t let that slow him. He could be careful—so careful. Fuck, he just wanted to bite every part of Geoffrey’s body and see if the rest tasted as good as the sample he’d had so far. He strolled through the second door in Geoffrey’s office that led to his room-sized closet and into his master bathroom. Like the rest of the house, this room had a lot of windows—frosted—but they gave the room an open feel. Geoffrey sure did like to spread out.