feet and held out his hand. Dar took it,
laughing. Before Ryan led the way to the house, he reeled Dar in,
cupping his cheek when he drew close. “Say it again?” “I want to kiss you.”
“That’s hot.” Ryan leaned in, gently placing a kiss on Dar’s
lips for all of nature to see.
Dar stepped back first, but he was smiling. “Come on,” Dar
murmured.
He tugged Ryan’s hand as he walked backward to the cabin
door. When he reached it, he jerked the door open and hauled Ryan
inside.
Ryan stumbled at the sudden move. Righting himself, his hands
on Dar’s shoulders for support, they laughed easily for the first time in days. Dar’s arms came around him, holding him. Ryan never wanted the feeling to end. Dar had come to him, wanted him, fought for him. A man who knew what he wanted and went after it, even though he had his fears. It was the fearlessness in Dar, along with all his other amazing qualities, that made Ryan weak in the
knees when he thought of him.
“I have a confession to make.” Ryan brushed the hair off Dar’s
forehead.
“What’s that?”
“You’re going to think I’m a pervert.”
“Ryan, right now, I’m hoping you’re a pervert,” he said,
chuckling.
“The first night you called me, we were talking and your voice
was so smooth and sexy. It made me hard just listening to you. I
kept you on the line as long as I could.”
“You think my voice is sexy?” Dar asked.
“Hell, yeah.” Ryan rocked his hips forward, nudging Dar’s so
he’d feel Ryan’s rigid appreciation. Dar’s breath caught. “That
night while you talked, I jacked off to you.”
“Holy shit,” Dar growled. “I’d love to watch you do that.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t want my own hands
on me. I want yours on me.”
Dar’s eyes widened. His lips parted with surprise and his
cheeks had flushed, but not with embarrassment. It looked more
like sharp arousal.
Ryan grinned. “I know we have a lot to work out, but Dar, if
you don’t take me to bed right now, I’m going to start losing brain
cells.”
* * *
Dar didn’t have to be told twice. He practically raced for the bedroom, but when he got there, Ryan in front of him, his fingers froze at pulling off Ryan’s shirt.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I think it has something to do with disrobing an American icon and shoving my cock in him. Are there release forms I have to sign or something?” Dar teased.
“Shithead,” Ryan said, laughing. He made fast work of Dar’s buttons and whipped the ironed cotton off his shoulders. “I started. You finish.”
Dar looked at him with amusement. “There are so many ways to interpret that.”
Ryan held his arms wide, in challenge. Dar took it, reaching for the other man’s shirt and yanking it up over his head. That world famous chest radiated with warmth and health. Goddamn gorgeous chest. No fucking wonder it was constantly on display in the movies.
Dar roamed his hands over it, reverently. With the pads of his fingers he traced the dip beneath each defined pectoral, then dragged them lightly over Ryan’s ribs. He watched in awe as his touch caused Ryan’s muscles to flex and tremble, as the man who possessed them shuddered breath and stayed absolutely still for Dar’s touch.
Then back up he went, flattening his palms to warm flesh, feeling the smooth easy slide of his skin all the way to his shoulders.
“Jesus, Dar,” Ryan rasped.
“You’re beautiful,” Dar whispered.
“Not nearly as beautiful as the look on your face.” Ryan enfolded him in a hug.
Their naked chests touched, then pressed. Hard muscle to hard muscle, the same but so different in corded strength and lean mass. Dar closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Ryan’s strong arms binding him as close as their bodies could go, and wishing for deeper knowledge of his partner.
Dar turned his face into Ryan’s neck, breathing him in, nuzzling, tasting the line of sinew from his neck to his shoulder. Ryan shuddered again,
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