Deep, drugging kisses came one after another, and Shane wondered if Quinn had any idea how fucking alluring he was. Quinn tilted his head and Shane followed, his tongue sliding over Quinn’s. When Quinn sucked on it, Shane was thrust back to the night before when he’d had his mouth on him. Talk about a natural. He couldn’t stop his hips from rocking forward as he desperately sought some kind of friction.
One of Quinn’s hands immediately lowered to press on his cock through his jeans while the other came up to grab on to his curls and hold his head still for more plundering. The added pressure where he needed it made him gasp and grunt, and Quinn suddenly smiled against his mouth.
Shane twisted his head enough to pull loose so he could look at Quinn. “Something funny?”
Quinn shook his head. “Not funny.” He took a deep breath that shook enough to send flutters through Shane’s chest. “Exciting. Your response to me is exciting as hell. And…unexpected.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re hot as fuck, Quinn.” He put his hand over the back of Quinn’s, pressed, and rubbed his dick against him. “Do you feel how turned on I am? That’s for you. Because of you.” He couldn’t see why Quinn would have any hang-ups about his looks or his level of sexiness. “What the hell kind of guys have you fucked in the past?”
“If we’re being literal, none. I’ve never been on that side of things.”
The mix of emotions and thoughts that raced through Shane right then nearly sent him to his knees. Shock that Quinn had reached twenty-four without having fucked another man and giddy anticipation over being his first. Over teaching him how fun sex could actually be. Because he sure as hell liked being on the bottom side of things. As much as he loved being on the other.
He pushed Quinn back and shoved his button-down shirt off his shoulders, then tugged his T-shirt over his head. He pulled off his own shirt. When he dragged Quinn back against him, both of them hissed at the hot contact of skin. He slid his fingers into that thick hair and whispered against his lips. “Want to be on that side of things now?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Fuck, yes.”
Shane threaded their fingers together and walked backward as he tugged Quinn toward his bedroom. Blue eyes raked over his chest, and he took the time to study Quinn. He was built slim but fit, his smooth skin hairless and not as pale as Shane had expected with the way his cheeks turned red so easily. He had small, sexy brown nipples Shane couldn’t wait to check for sensitivity. But as he stared, a flush spread down from Quinn’s neck and he looked back up to find Quinn watching him, obviously looking for some kind of response.
“I love your body.”
“I’m nothing like that Baden guy.”
“So that’s where the hesitance was coming from. You think I only sleep with bodybuilders? Quinn, I’m attracted to different kinds of people, and I’m extremely attracted to you.” Shane reached out and ran his thumb over a nipple, enjoying the instant puckered response. “And your gorgeous body.”
Quinn shivered. “I wasn’t fishing for compliments.”
But on some level he had been, and Shane felt that all the way to his soul. The more he was with Quinn, the more he thought someone had done a number on him. Or he was just naturally insecure. And if that was the case, Shane planned to blast that out of the equation.
The back of his knees hit the end of his bed and he grinned, wrapped his arms around Quinn’s neck, and pulled him down on top of him. “So…are you going to fuck me, Quinn Lake?”
“Damn,” Quinn groaned into his ear. “You really like that?”
“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “I like it all ways.” He kissed his jaw, his neck. “And I really, really want you to fuck me.”
Quinn reared back and scrambled to his feet. He took off his glasses and set them on a bookshelf, then came back to lean over and unbutton Shane’s jeans. “I love that you wear button-flies.” He popped each one free slowly, doing that thing with the backs of his fingers again—where he rubbed his knuckles over his underwear. “I love the feel of the soft cotton over your hard dick. Makes me want to tuck my face against your balls.”
His eyes flared wide open. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to come all over you before you get in.”
Quinn snatched his hands back and Shane laughed, tugging him back down on top of him. He threaded his fingers through all that thick hair he was developing a fascination with and pulled him in for a kiss. All laughter fled in the wake of lust that slammed into him when Quinn dove in while thrusting his groin against Shane’s. His skin felt good sliding over Shane’s. And he smelled damn fantastic. He ran his hands over Quinn’s back.