Instead, he bent down and slowly licked a long line around Nolan’s bottom lip, lingering. “So yummy.”
“Am I? Was it?”
Ryder nodded. “Can I have another bite?”
“Only if I can, too.” Then he pushed up on tiptoes and brought their lips together, the kiss going immediately deep and wonderful, heat suffusing him and making his body feel heavy, hard, strong. It felt real and right and heavenly to put his arms around Ryder’s shoulders and hold on, clinging tight. It didn’t feel scary at all, and he could totally see himself saying, “Yes, Ryder. Please.”
Not like Herschel.
Then, of course, the kettle started to whistle, making them both jump, back away from each other and blink.
“Oh, dear.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Ryder panted, gaze holding his. “Do you want a cup of tea?”
Nolan shook his head. “No, no, that’s not what I want right now.”
That earned him a snort, and then Ryder clicked the off button on the kettle. “So would you like to make out on the sofa, or can I just ask you if you’d like to come see my bed?”
Nolan wasn’t frightened by the question. Not one bit, and he was so glad.
He smiled. “I’d love to see your bedroom,andyour bed.” He looked Ryder up and down. “You.”
Ryder beamed at him and simply picked him up as if he weighed nothing before carrying him up the stairs, past the room he thought of as his, and through the door at the end of the hall.
The room was like the best sort of cavern for a bear. Warm wood, dark colors, and a huge fluffy bed with lots of covers and pillows. Kind of a mess, and he could smell the deep musky scent of Ryder in the air, his nose twitching with it.
Ryder laughed, still holding him up in those strong arms. “Do I need to change the sheets?”
“We’re just going to get them all messy,” Nolan said, stroking one hand down Rye’s face.
“If we’re lucky, we are. That’s for sure.” Ryder set him on the bed but then stood there cupping Nolan’s cheeks with his palms. “Nothing you don’t want to do, though. Nothing. Do you understand?”
He reached up to grab Ryder’s wrists, feeling the strong movement of muscle and tendon under his hands. “I want to do everything with you. I don’t want to be afraid, and you make me feelsonot afraid.”
Those dark brown eyes peered right into his soul, he thought, the little flecks of gold shining in the light. “I want to make you feel safe.”
“You do. So get down here with me. I have more honey for you.” Was that cheesy? Oh God, that was probably the cheesiest thing he’d ever said in his whole life. But it was true, both in the literal sense because there was still honey on his lips, and in the figurative sense because he was getting really, really wet and ready for Ryder to take him in every way.
Ryder huffed and pulled off his T-shirt and shoved down his sweats before pushing Nolan back on the bed so he lay on the pillows. He stripped Nolan’s clothes off too, and Nolan had a moment of waiting, cringing a bit at the idea of what Rye would say.
Because he was used to this being the part where someone told him he just wasn’t hot enough, that he wasn’t ripped enough, or skinny enough, that he was too soft.
“Look at you; aren’t you pretty?”
The words shocked him, and he searched Ryder’s eyes again, hunting for the signs that the big grizzly was telling the truth.
“I mean it. You’re perfect. My perfect little bear. I love it.” Ryder’s cock seemed to prove what he said was true. It was hard and full, flushed deep red and damp at the tip, obviously excited.
He smiled, so pleased with the response, and then Nolan leaned up and reached out, wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft, and stroked base to hip, his toes curling as he did it.
The shaft felt thick and hard, delicious, and the scent of them together made Nolan more than a little dizzy.
Ryder growled for him, tossing his head, the heavy mass of golden streaked hair swayed side-to-side.
“Was that a good sound?” Nolan asked, even though he knew it had been. He’d felt it, bone-deep, and down in his soul. That had been hunger. Pure, animal hunger, and he was here for it. He rumbled softly, in answer, and reached for Ryder, needing to touch, to be touched himself.
Ryder came easily, covering him, making a soft hum that he felt vibrate all the way through his body.
