to ask for what you need.” Ronan’s eyes were a beautiful shade of brown. They were sweet, compelling, yet inherently strong. “I’d like to kiss you.”
Noah’s heart practically stopped. Had he heard him right? Since his chin was in Ronan’s hand, Noah couldn’t just nod. Breathless with anticipation, he whispered, “I want you to kiss me.” Want was an understatement. He craved Ronan’s kiss the way he craved another breath.
Moving closer, Ronan didn’t make contact right away. He held his face close to Noah’s so that the heat of his mouth caressed Noah’s lips. Ever so slowly, he pressed his mouth against Noah’s, giving him his first kiss.
A bolt of bliss hit him, making him utter a cry at the back of his throat. Ronan’s lips were soft, and he was so gentle Noah almost couldn’t stand it. Just as he pressed forward, Ronan opened his mouth, teasing his tongue into Noah’s mouth. He swore he was going to swoon into a heap on the floor.
He’d always wondered where, when, and how his first kiss would be. This exceeded all his expectations. It was sweet, then sexy, but when Ronan stepped closer, pressing their bodies together, Noah swore he saw stars. Ronan tasted like apple pie and felt like power poured into tight jeans. His cock was hard and pressed right against Noah’s, making him happy for the first time that he was male.
Where he couldn’t smell him before, he could now. His scent was industrial, probably from his work in the garage, but there as a light tang of cologne that he must have put on hours ago. There was also the simple musk of his body that pushed Noah’s awareness of all the other scents away. That was the smell of another man. A man of strength, honesty, and intense passion.
Ronan let go of Noah’s chin so that he could slide his hand down, around his body, cup his buttocks with both hands, and pull him tight.
Noah uttered a sound of surrender. He wanted Ronan to keep on kissing him all day, all night. Just when he didn’t think it could get any better, Ronan gently rocked his hips. His movement caused their cocks to rub together, bringing Noah so close to climax he was almost embarrassed.
While he continued to kiss him, Ronan slid his hands upward and helped Noah slip off his jacket. Normally, he would have carefully hung it up to keep it from wrinkling, but he didn’t care if it was permanently creased. All he wanted right now was to feel Ronan against him, flesh to flesh.
When Ronan’s strong fingers started in on his tie, Noah reached for the waistband of Ronan’s jeans. After tugging up his T-shirt, he fumbled with the fasteners of his pants. His fingers suddenly felt weak and unable to do so much as get the buttons halfway open.
Ronan broke the kiss, causing Noah to utter a cry of loss.
“Relax.” Ronan stepped back a bit so that he could look into Noah’s eyes. “I’m just going to help you get undressed.”
“I would do the same, but my hands are shaking.”
“Fear?”
“Excitement.”
“You are almost impossibly sweet.” Ronan brushed Noah’s hair back. “And your hair is sinfully soft.”
Noah reached up and touched Ronan’s hair. It was much thicker than his own, but still soft. And long. Encouraged when Ronan didn’t move away, he stroked his chin. “Your beard is rough.”
“I can shave.”
“No. I like the feel of you.”
“Do you want to shower?”
“Do I smell?”
“Not of something unpleasant.” Ronan breathed in. “You smell like fabric softener.”
“It’s my shirt.” Noah laughed. “I don’t like the way they smell or feel when I take them to the cleaners, so I do them myself.”
“Why don’t you let me finish undressing you?” Ronan picked up where he’d left off on Noah’s tie. Once he had it unknotted, he pulled on one end, making the fabric slide under the collar of Noah’s shirt. It was like a long, slow stroke that made all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.
“Do you
Noah’s heart practically stopped. Had he heard him right? Since his chin was in Ronan’s hand, Noah couldn’t just nod. Breathless with anticipation, he whispered, “I want you to kiss me.” Want was an understatement. He craved Ronan’s kiss the way he craved another breath.
Moving closer, Ronan didn’t make contact right away. He held his face close to Noah’s so that the heat of his mouth caressed Noah’s lips. Ever so slowly, he pressed his mouth against Noah’s, giving him his first kiss.
A bolt of bliss hit him, making him utter a cry at the back of his throat. Ronan’s lips were soft, and he was so gentle Noah almost couldn’t stand it. Just as he pressed forward, Ronan opened his mouth, teasing his tongue into Noah’s mouth. He swore he was going to swoon into a heap on the floor.
He’d always wondered where, when, and how his first kiss would be. This exceeded all his expectations. It was sweet, then sexy, but when Ronan stepped closer, pressing their bodies together, Noah swore he saw stars. Ronan tasted like apple pie and felt like power poured into tight jeans. His cock was hard and pressed right against Noah’s, making him happy for the first time that he was male.
Where he couldn’t smell him before, he could now. His scent was industrial, probably from his work in the garage, but there as a light tang of cologne that he must have put on hours ago. There was also the simple musk of his body that pushed Noah’s awareness of all the other scents away. That was the smell of another man. A man of strength, honesty, and intense passion.
Ronan let go of Noah’s chin so that he could slide his hand down, around his body, cup his buttocks with both hands, and pull him tight.
Noah uttered a sound of surrender. He wanted Ronan to keep on kissing him all day, all night. Just when he didn’t think it could get any better, Ronan gently rocked his hips. His movement caused their cocks to rub together, bringing Noah so close to climax he was almost embarrassed.
While he continued to kiss him, Ronan slid his hands upward and helped Noah slip off his jacket. Normally, he would have carefully hung it up to keep it from wrinkling, but he didn’t care if it was permanently creased. All he wanted right now was to feel Ronan against him, flesh to flesh.
When Ronan’s strong fingers started in on his tie, Noah reached for the waistband of Ronan’s jeans. After tugging up his T-shirt, he fumbled with the fasteners of his pants. His fingers suddenly felt weak and unable to do so much as get the buttons halfway open.
Ronan broke the kiss, causing Noah to utter a cry of loss.
“Relax.” Ronan stepped back a bit so that he could look into Noah’s eyes. “I’m just going to help you get undressed.”
“I would do the same, but my hands are shaking.”
“Fear?”
“Excitement.”
“You are almost impossibly sweet.” Ronan brushed Noah’s hair back. “And your hair is sinfully soft.”
Noah reached up and touched Ronan’s hair. It was much thicker than his own, but still soft. And long. Encouraged when Ronan didn’t move away, he stroked his chin. “Your beard is rough.”
“I can shave.”
“No. I like the feel of you.”
“Do you want to shower?”
“Do I smell?”
“Not of something unpleasant.” Ronan breathed in. “You smell like fabric softener.”
“It’s my shirt.” Noah laughed. “I don’t like the way they smell or feel when I take them to the cleaners, so I do them myself.”
“Why don’t you let me finish undressing you?” Ronan picked up where he’d left off on Noah’s tie. Once he had it unknotted, he pulled on one end, making the fabric slide under the collar of Noah’s shirt. It was like a long, slow stroke that made all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.
“Do you
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