Page 95 of Melt His Heart

He’s right, we never agreed on that.

“You still won, and you’ll be going to the Olympics, so that means I get my boyfriend.” He nuzzles into my neck, taking me in, “You smell really good, by the way.” Carson drawls.

“You’re so ridiculous,” I say, swatting at him. Though I’m glad he noticed, I spent a lot of time lathering every inch of my skin in body cream.

“Did you eat?” I ask.

“Yeah, a little, didn’t have much time. Today was a little crazy, but we survived.” He chuckles.

“It’ll all pay off. You guys are going to do great.”

“I know now that I really have a lucky charm.” He winks at me, and I roll my eyes. He truly believes I’m his lucky charm. I always thought hockey players and their superstitions were just a silly little thing they did, but they’re actually quite serious about it.

I bring him some fruit, and we both get comfortable on the couch. We recently started watching another drama together, and it’s been nice. We watch them together while he’s away at games, when he’s back in his hotel room. I snuggle up closer to him while he munches on the apple slices, both of us laughing at a funny scene.

My mind has never felt so relaxed, Carson’s fingers playing in my hair, the TV bathing him in soft lights. If nothing happens, I wouldn’t mind. Him just being here like I’m his safe space is more than enough. Though I would love to give him all of me tonight.

I just don’t know how to start it.

What if he’s too tired and rejects me, and I burst this peaceful bubble we’re in because I’m greedy and horny?

I’m completely in my head when Carson looks down at me, his brows furrowed and his face a bit tight, “You ok? You seem tense.” He asks.

“Oh no…I’m fine. Sorry, I was just thinking.” I mumble.

“Thinking about…”

“Nothing.”

“But you just said you were thinking about something.” He says as he gently brushes the hair from my eyes.

“I….I just. I don’t know how to say it.” My heart shudders against my chest.

“Is it something we need to go to the bed for?” He says, his voice deep in my ear, the only answer I can give is a small nod.

Carson stands from the couch and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him carry me to the bed, my body buzzing with adrenaline, nerves. I can’t believe it was that easy. I giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was so worried, and that’s all it took,” I say, kissing him along his jaw.

“You have no idea how much I want you all the time. So, no, it doesn’t take much.” He says as he lays me down gently.

“Ok,” I mumble.

My breath hitches as he stands over me, his gaze dark and intense.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes…I’m sure.” I say softly, lying back further on the bed. But before I can gain any more distance, Carson climbs on after me, fitting himself between my legs. His hands are hot against my skin as he rubs up and down my thighs.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me.” Carson whispers, fitting his face in the crook of my neck and peppering the area with kisses and small bites, “Say ok.”

“Carson….” I mewl underneath him as he wraps me around his waist, our erections rubbing together, “Say it, Julian.”

“Ok. I will.”

“Do you want to tell me what you want, or do you want me to do whatever I want to you?” He says, pulling away to look me in the eye, sending a shiver racking through my body. Carson feels so different above me in this moment, like he’s close to being consumed by something he’s been holding off for a very long time.