“I can get my own?—”
The stern look from Ryder made him stop talking, and Felix took a seat and asked Ryder to give him a bit of everything hot. He could tuck into the pastries later. He made him up a dinner plate, which was so large it could hold a twenty-inch pizza. The plate was piled high, and he didn’t know how he was going to eat it all. Ryder obviously consumed a lot of calories every day to maintain that physique, but Felix was a runt in comparison.
Ryder placed the plate in front of him and leaned forward for a gentle kiss. Felix was desperate for more, but Ryder pulled away and made up his own plate. He then took a seat on the opposite side of the table, causing Felix to whine like a puppy. Ryder chuckled.
“Why are you sitting all the way over there?”
“If I sit too close to you, I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over this table and fucking you senseless.”
Felix was sure his heart stopped beating for a second. Ryder responded to his stunned expression with another of his cocky smiles.
“I have no objections if you want to do that.”
Where had that come from? Felix wasn’t usually this brazen. It was like a slutty poltergeist had possessed him.
“I told you I wanted to take my time with you. You’re more than just a fuck to me, Felix.”
Felix gasped, and Ryder’s eyes widened slightly. Had he meant to say that? He went back to his amiable smile quickly, which helped Felix relax.
For the next few minutes, they focussed on eating. It was a comfortable silence, and the food was delicious. Had Ryder made all this? Not the pastries, of course, but he could have made the rest.
“Did you make this?”
Ryder burst out laughing.
“What?”
“I might be a lot of things, but a cook is not one of them.”
Felix chuckled.
“I can make a few things, because if I couldn’t, my mama would disown me.” Ryder’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, baby. That was a clumsy use of words.”
Felix thought he was going to melt into a puddle. Could this guy be any sweeter? He hadn’t even picked up the potential other meaning of what he’d said. How could this be the same man who was the social media star, and fuckboy he was made out to be?
“What are you thinking about in that big brain of yours?”
Felix scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t do that,” said Ryder.
“What?”
“Put yourself down.”
“I’m not... I’m just not good at taking compliments.”
“What, like how your skin flushes when you cum and it makes your freckles pop beautifully?”
Felix buried his face in his hands, which felt like it was on fire. A few seconds later, he felt Ryder’s big soft hands on his own, forcing him to look into those mesmerising brown eyes. How could someone he’d only known for a couple of weeks make him feel so many things? It was overwhelming. Rydercupped his face and gently kissed him, and Felix leaned into it, encouraging him to go further. Ryder licked across Felix’s lips and he opened for him. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Felix before lifting him up, and Felix wrapped his legs around Ryder’s waist, throbbing with excitement at being taken to bed.
There was a flash of disappointment when he sat down on the sofa, but it was fleeting as they continued to devour each other’s mouths. Felix could do this for hours, and Ryder didn’t seem to be in a hurry for things to progress.
After making out like teenagers for ages, they broke apart. Ryder’s lips were all puffy and his eyes were hooded with lust. Knowing he’d done that to Ryder Quinn was one hell of an ego boost.
“Did you want to cuddle up and watch a film or something?” Ryder asked.
“Don’t you need to work?”
