“He waseasy.” Ramsey was scornful.
“That what I am, a challenge?”
Ramsey touched him for the first time. Curled his fingers around Nate’s forearm. He felt the crackle spark. Couldn’t not imagine what it would be like, if they were naked and pressed together. “Something like that,” he murmured.
Maybe if Nate was challenging enough, Ramsey would stick around for a second night. A third. A fourth.
But Nate knew he wasn’t that challenging, underneath. When Ramsey excavated him, he wouldn’t find anything special. Nothing particularly unique worth sticking around for. Ramsey just wasn’t used to being seen through. Didn’t like being told no.
“Ramsey,” Nate said quietly.
Ramsey let go of him.
“Gonna think about that for awhile,” he said. Paused. “You saying my name, like that.” There was heat in his eyes when he lifted them to meet Nate’s. Nate knew exactly what circumstances he’d be thinking about it under.
Every inch of Nate’s body throbbed. He wanted to give in. Wanted to tell Ramsey that he’d changed his mind—but that was exactly what Ramsey was after. He was scrappy. Desperate.
Nate wondered what else Ramsey would try, just before Ramsey slid even closer, right under his guard, his palms landing on Nate’s chest.
Letting out a shaky exhale, Nate almost pushed him off, but truthfully that was the last thing he wanted. Ramsey felt like pure fucking heaven pressed against him.
Then he tilted his head, all the warning Nate got, before Ramsey murmured, “Gonna be thinking about this, too.”
Ramsey kissed him.
If Nate had guessed how Ramsey might go in, it would be slow and seductive. Calculated. A kiss designed to wear down Nate’s barriers. To make him wild about it, all while staying removed and in total control of the situation.
But he would’ve been wrong, because Ramsey threw himself into it. It wasn’t smooth or sweet. It was wild and uninhibited. Like Ramsey believed this was his last chance to find out how Nate tasted.
Ramsey’s tongue in his mouth didn’t feel like a tactic, it felt like a plea.
And it was easy, so fucking easy, to give in to it. To give Ramsey what he wanted, and to take it back.
Ramsey’s mouth lush against his own, their bodies pressed together.
It was an even better kiss for all those reasons. The kind of kiss Natewouldthink of later, and even later, and far later still.
Ramsey groaned at the back of his throat, tilting his head to get even deeper, fingers digging into Nate’s shoulders. There was an unexpected strength in him, a well of determination that belied his pretty boy looks, and Nate, who already liked him too much, liked him even more because of it.
Tearing his mouth away from Nate’s, Ramsey looked away, chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths.
Nate couldn’t catch his either.
His grip tightened on Ramsey’s waist. Ramsey might be strong, but Nate had a feeling he was stronger.
Except in this moment, when every part of him had gone weak.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Ramsey said, over Nate’s shoulder.
That was all the warning Nate had before he shucked Nate’s embrace and took off.
Not even looking back.
Nate’s mouth dropped, the taste of Ramsey still thick on his tongue, and he stared at his blond head as it disappeared out the door.
There was only a handful of seconds to rethink. To rethinkandto decide.
But was it even a decision? Nate was beginning to think it wasn’t.
