Page 29 of Studs Up
His pulse thumped steadily under my finger.
“I don’t do the exploring sexuality bit. Been there, done that, it was shit.” His eyes closed, and his lips parted as my finger made its way to the collar of his shirt.
“I’m not here to explore my sexuality,” I said, completely distracted by his lips.
“Then why are you here?” He asked, nearly breathless, and I fucking loved I did that to him. My finger hooked into his collar and tugged at it until his nose was close to mine.
“I’m here to explore you.”
His eyes opened. I had his full attention now.
He blinked. His lashes were long and framed his gray eyes beautifully, and that fantasy of him lost in arousal flashed through my mind.
I fucking loved being this close to him. He sucked in a breath, and his eyes lingered on my lips.
“Um,” he breathed, staring right at me. “Okay. What, um, what exactly did you want to explore.”
“Your lips, to start with,” I murmured.
“Oh,” he said. “Okay.” He didn’t look afraid anymore. The tension eased as I slid my hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head. I paused for a second just as my lips brushed his. He sucked in a breath. I smiled and kissed him.
Soft and warm lips opened for me, and this was so much better than the first kiss. I was ready for it and wanted it, needed it.
Holden’s hand rested on my chest and fisted my coat, tugging me closer. I didn’t hesitate to press my body against his.
That felt amazing. His solid body was molded to mine, and I couldn’t help but groan.
“Have you,” he swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down. The strange desire to kiss it and suck it almost overtook me. “So you’ve ever done this before? With a man, I mean.”
“No.”
“Oh,” he breathed. “Well, not bad.”
Not bad? I don’t do anything bad or half assed. I kissed him again. Parting his lips and demanding access. He gave it to me with a moan. That did it. It was the confirmation I was seeking. Kissing him was one thing. Feeling the power of making him moan was another.
Holden slid a hand into my hair and gripped it tight.
This felt so right, and I wondered why I hadn’t done it sooner. Before I had the chance to dissect that thought, his hips rolled, dragging his cock along mine. Electricity sparked from the contact, and it was my turn to moan.
The slow pace of the kiss picked up, tipping on the verge of uncontrollable need. I had no idea where this was going or what it meant, and I wasn’t sure how much more he wanted from this. I wanted everything. Anything he was willing to do, I was game.
Holden made it very clear he wasn’t stopping when he plunged his tongue into my mouth, making demands of his own. His fist tried to pull me closer, but he was in his own way. I wanted to feel all of my chest against his.
I grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the wall. The sweetest whimper escaped his lips and fuck. I didn’t have words for what that did to me. It was powerful and consuming. I could now feel his entire body pressed to mine.
“Nolan?” His eyelids were heavy, and his pupils were blown, lust drunk and hungry. Selfish greed surged up in me, and if he was offering, I was taking.
“More.” My voice was deep and husky, and it seemed to have the most erotic effect on him. His body shivered, and he leaned into me.
“Thank fuck,” he murmured. I released his wrist, and suddenly, ‘more’ meant his fingers were frantically pulling apart my pants. I planted my hands on either side of his head and watched his hands.
“Shit.” I hissed.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he glanced up at me.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I rumbled. His eyes widened, and he worked quicker.
I grunted, frustrated that he wasn’t getting to my cock fast enough, and cursed the Neanderthal who invented pants.
