Oliver grinned his movie-star grin. “I’d like to see you try.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. So tempting. They didn’t call it the fireman’s carry for nothing. With the right incentive, he could give it a shot—and Oliver’s ass in the air, over his shoulder, would be an awfully good incentive.
“There is one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
Nick ran his hands over Oliver’s shoulders and around the back of his neck. “I like you better with your hair down.” He found the elastic and pulled. He’d meant for the gesture to be hot, but the band snagged, and Oliver winced.
“Allow me.”
“Sorry.”
Oliver worked the elastic free, watching Nick the whole time he did it. Anya would say something like he had nice highlights, the blond in his hair streaking from brown to gold. Oliver shook it out, closing his eyes as Nick ran his fingers through it. The texture was coarser than he’d expected, and he pulled the ends forward gently until they framed the sides for Oliver’s chin.
“I really like your hair.”
“Yeah?” Oliver kissed him.
“Yeah.”
“Was it part of your parking lot fantasy?” The kiss got more intense, making heat curl over Nick’s neck and down his back.
“It may have been.”
“Do you want to show me?”
“Do you always talk so much?”
Oliver nipped at Nick’s lower lip. “Would you prefer I talk less?”
Nick leaned back on his heels and growled. Oliver didn’t seem particularly bothered. His hair was down, lips parted, and he spread his arms over the back of the leather couch, looking pleased with himself.
“You can talk as much as you want,” Nick said as he ran a hand over his chin. “But I have to leave for work in an hour, and I’d like to get some of these clothes off at some point.”
Oliver’s mouth quirked up on one side, and he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Nick was speechless. Oliver’s skin was lightly freckled, his stomach flat. His chest and abdomen were coated in soft swirls of dark blond hair, trailing down below his belt into his jeans.
Nick ran a finger over one of Oliver’s nipples, but stopped when Oliver placed a hand over his.
“Don’t leave me hanging here.”
Nick smiled and pulled his own shirt off. The air in the room was cool on his skin, but he didn’t have long to think about it before Oliver was leaning forward and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him tight.
Their kissing stopped being so polite at that point. Opening his mouth, Nick let Oliver’s tongue in, chasing it with his teeth and own tongue. Nick buried his fingers in Oliver’s hair, loving the way it dragged over his skin. He gripped it, pulling gently, learning the things that made Oliver hiss and what made his hands tighten on Nick’s body.
Oliver groaned when Nick ran his tongue down Oliver’s throat, then kissed at the point where his neck and shoulder met.
“You can be rougher than that,” Oliver said. “I don’t mind.”
“You said you don’t like pain.”
Oliver found the same spot on Nick’s neck and bit down, hard enough to make Nick throw his head back and moan. All his nerves sparked at once, his whole body reacting to the sharp sting. One of Oliver’s broad hands reached around the back of Nick’s skull and pulled him upright again so they were eye to eye.
“I meant you don’t get to spank me. I said I like toys, but you don’t get to use clamps or tie my balls up.”
Nick snorted. “I’m not a fancy guy. I don’t need all that.” He rolled one of Oliver’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled until Oliver inhaled.
“I like that,” he said against Nick’s lips. “Show me what you can do.”
