Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            “You’re so pretty, Elena,” he whispered. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

            She gazed down at him. Between their bodies, he covered her breast with his hand and flicked his thumb across her nipple before bending and sucking it into his mouth.

            “Vlad,” she cried, throwing her head back.

            “That’s it, my love. Let me take care of you.”

            His thumb once again found the pulsing nub of her sex, and she seized up in an explosion of color and sound. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her from the tip of her head to the ends of her toes. She trembled and shook and called his name over and over again.

            He held her tightly as he thrust up inside her, and the sensations began again. She moved atop him, riding him faster and faster until their groans merged and mingled, until she crested again and felt him shudder, her name wrenched from his mouth.

            “Oh, God,” she moaned, dropping her forehead to his shoulder. “I can’t believe we waited this long. All this time, this is what we’ve been missing.”

            Panting, he fell back against the bed. “I don’t think I would have been very good at it when I was younger.”

            She gazed down at him, his eyes closed and his brow sweaty. “Why are you good at it now?”

            The corner of his mouth curled up in a cheeky smile. “I watch a lot of dirty movies.”

            She laughed. “Liar. I know your little secret.”

            He peeled open one eye. “What secret?”

            Elena crawled off his lap and settled next to him. Both eyes open now, he watched her carefully. “What secret?” he asked again.

            “Tell me about your book club.”

            Vlad blinked and then coughed. “Who—who told you about that?”

            “Are you mad?”

            “No. I just . . . I wanted to tell you myself.”

            “Did you really join the club because of me?” she prodded.

            He opened and closed his mouth before finally answering. “Yes. At first. I was desperate to find a way to make you want me the way I wanted you.”

            She closed her eyes. “Vlad, I’m sorry—”

            “Hey.” He stroked her arm. “Look at me.”

            She opened her eyes reluctantly.

            “You remember that old coach I had, the one you hated?”

            “Yeah?” What he could possibly have to do with this conversation, though, Elena had no idea.

            “You remember how my parents pulled me off his team when I was sixteen?”

            “Yeah.”

            “We told everyone it was because the schedule was getting in the way of school, but that wasn’t the truth.” His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with a hard swallow. “He was pretty abusive to me.”

            “Abusive how?” Her brows pulled together in a single, angry line.

            “I didn’t exactly meet the ideal of a manly Russian hockey player.”

            Elena sat up fully. “What are you talking about? You were one of the best players on the team!”

            “I was soft.”

            “I don’t even want to know what that means.” She crossed her arms under her breasts.

            “I’m emotional, Elena.”

            “Yeah, so?”

            “I cry. A lot.”

            She threw her hands out. “So?”

            “I never had a girlfriend. Never disrespected girls the way the other guys did. I read poetry, for God’s sake. Plus, my best friend was a girl. Coach picked on me for it. He used to call me some pretty vicious names. Ugly names. I’m sure you can imagine.”