He’s gorgeous. Like, so much hotter than I’d dare to hope for. Icy-blue eyes that are shining with amusement are the first thing to steal my attention, quickly followed by his dark brows and thick, dark hair. It’s longer on top, and for a moment, all I can think about is running my hands through it. Is it soft? Or is there too much product for that? I could never get mine to stay so perfectly so he must use something.
He looks like a model with his sharp, square jaw and prominent cheekbones. He’s a little taller than me, and intricate tattoos are visible on his neck and hands that give him an edgy vibe that is really doing it for me. I have no idea how old he is, maybe a little older than me if the stubble onhis face is any indication because I still can’t grow a decent playoff beard to save my life.
He reaches his free hand up, and I draw in another sharp breath just before he places two fingers under my chin. I belatedly realize my jaw is hanging open, and he’s guiding me to close it. How fucking embarrassing. I snap it shut, and his smirk grows into a full-blown smile as he chuckles and shifts his hand to cup my jaw. His thumb rubs over my cheek slowly, and the path he’s tracing feels like it’s been lit on fire in the wake of his touch.
“Hi. I’m Axel.” His voice is smooth, confident. So fucking sexy. Was I worried that I wouldn’t be attracted to whoever they chose? That is definitely not a problem. Axel is one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. I feel like I’m trapped under some sort of spell, unable to function while surrounded by the presence of someone so utterly captivating.
He arches a brow, still smiling as he stares at me like he’s expecting… something. Fuck, I wish I knew what.
I finally remember how to smile back though, so that feels like a victory in itself with how close together we are, one of his hands holding mine and the other still stroking my face.
“Well?” he prompts with a short laugh, confusing me even further. I search his gaze, unable to look away and hoping I’ll somehow clue in to what he wants from me. Am I supposed to tell him how hot he is or something? Maybe give my approval that he was perfect for this if I can remember how to do anything other than just stand here awkwardly. Drop to my knees maybe?
“Well, what?” I ask apologetically when I finally remember how to speak.
He laughs again. “Weeeell… are you going to introduce yourself too, or?”
That breaks whatever tension I’d been trapped in and a surprised laugh bursts out of my throat before I can stop it. “Oh shit. Sorry. I guess I assumed you’d know my name already.”
He shrugs, not looking apologetic at all he says, “Sorry, Superstar. I’m not actually a hockey fan.”
I let out another surprised laugh before I mirror his shrug. I don’t give a shit if he likes hockey when he’s looking at me like he’s just as happy as I was with what he saw after turning around. Like I’m something he can’t wait to devour.
“Well, Axel, I’m glad you ended up here anyway. I’m Oliver.”
I don’t think I’ve ever thought of a smirk as sexy before, but the confident amusement on his face as his gaze darts down to my mouth for a long moment is sending blood straight to my dick.
He looks back up at my eyes before he responds. “It’s nice to meet you, Oliver.” Fuuuck. The way he practically purrs my name is not helping me calm down any. “I heard you’re hoping to use these pictures to come out to the world?”
I nod. “That’s the goal.”
He bites his lip and steps even closer, leaning in and dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Should we make it really obvious then? Give people something to talk about?”
“What do you—?”
“Can I kiss you?” he asks confidently, cutting off my confusion.
Holy shit, he’s blunt.
I fucking love it. “Hell yeah.”
The hand on my face shifts again so that my jaw is framed between his thumb and index finger, the rest of his hand possessively resting on my neck as he guides my mouth to his for a filthy kiss. There’s no hesitation; his tongue is immediately in my mouth, and his other hand drops mine to pull me by the hip closer to him. I match his enthusiasm, kissing him back just as fiercely, and thread a hand through his hair, delighted to find it soft between my fingers. I let out a moan as he shifts his hips, dragging his erection against mine.
Someone clears their throat.
I’m left panting as I pull back, breaking what was undoubtedly the best kiss of my life.
CHAPTER 04: AXEL
Oliver whips his head around until he spots Sadie. “Shit! You’re still here?”
She laughs. “Sorry, guys. Loving the immediate connection, but I was worried that if I didn’t interrupt, things might get a little too graphic to use any of the images.”
I snort a laugh because that’s probably a fair assessment. I’m not about to apologize though, that kiss was really hot. And so is Oliver.
“Damn, Superstar. Looks like we’ll need to kiss again. This time try to keep things a little more PG though,” I tease. I know I was the one sending that kiss into the more explicit category, not him, but I couldn’t help myself.
When I agreed to do this, I’d hoped the guy would be attractive, but I was not expecting this. Yeah, he’s obviously crazy fit, the curves of his arm muscles are visible even beneath his fancy shirt, and the way his pants are hugging his thick thighs are leaving very little up to the imagination. But Oliver is also so fucking cute with his blushing, and wide, warm brown eyes. He seemed like he could barely remember how to breathe when he saw me, and the obvious desire in his expression is a fucking rush.
