Ryan laughed. “Yep. I drove back here as fast as I could, parked in my garage, and basically jogged to the club.”
“Eager,” Fabian teased.
“I was,” Ryan said, and he wasn’t teasing at all. The earnestness in his voice made Fabian’s heart stutter.
“Well then,” he said breathlessly, “let’s make it worth all that effort.”
Again, Fabian was torn between wanting to ask what had made Ryan change his mind about engaging in sexy fun, and wanting to keep his questions to himself so he didn’t inadvertently destroy the possibility of sexy fun. They walked in silence for a minute and then Ryan put a hand on Fabian’s shoulder and gently spun him around. Fabian didn’t even have time to be surprised when Ryan crushed their mouths together.
It wasn’t anything like the shy kiss they’d shared on Fabian’s bed on Monday night. This was hungry and possessive. Ryan wasdevouringhim, and Fabian tried to return it but his knees were growing weak and he really didn’t need toincreasetheir height difference. As it was, Ryan’s knees were bent so far he may as well be kneeling on the sidewalk.
Jesus, they were on the sidewalk. Distantly, Fabian could hear people catcalling them, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but Ryan’s warm, wonderful mouth on his.
“Sorry,” Ryan said when they’d broken apart. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you tonight.”
Fabian was in danger of swooning. Actually swooning. Questions could be asked later. It was definitely time for sexy fun.
“It’s okay,” he said thickly. “I’ve been wanting to do a lot of things since I first saw you.”
“Oh yeah?”
Fabian sucked lightly on his own bottom lip, savoring the lingering taste of Ryan’s kiss. “Mm. Yeah. Take me home, Ryan Price.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ryan opened the door to his apartment. “I haven’t really done much with the place.”
His nerves had returned during their walk, once he’d gotten the pressing need to kiss Fabian out of the way. Now that they’d made it home, he had no idea what to do next.
“Wow,” Fabian said, walking past him into the living room. “I’ve never been in one of these buildings.”
“I couldn’t quite afford a unit that faces the CN Tower, but I still have a pretty good view, I think.”
Fabian snorted. “My apartment has a view of an alley where raccoons like to fuck. There’s a reason why I keep my curtains closed.”
Ryan laughed, but he was worried that his apartment was making Fabian uncomfortable. Compared to Dallas Kent’s stupid mansion it didn’t seem overly ostentatious, but it had still cost him plenty.
Fabian slipped his coat off and draped it over the back of Ryan’s sofa. Ryan was oddly touched by how easily Fabian did this, as if he was in his own home.
Ryan hung up his own coat in the closet and slipped off his shoes. Fabian noticed him doing this and looked embarrassed. “Shit. Sorry. I’m super fucking rude.” He grabbed his coat off the couch and Ryan took it from him.
“Don’t worry about it. Can I get you anything?”
“No. Why don’t we just...relax?” Fabian went to the couch, dropped onto it, then patted the cushion next to him.
Ryan had thrown his button-up shirt back on before they’d left the club, but Fabian was only wearing the white lace tank top that had been thoroughly distracting Ryan all night. Without sleeves in the way, Ryan could see the muscle definition in Fabian’s wiry arms, and he could feast his eyes on the smooth, soft curves of his shoulders. The nipple piercing that Ryan had been curious about for weeks was clearly visible through the dainty fabric of the shirt.
“You’re staring,” Fabian said.
“Probably.”
“You can get a better look over here.”
Ryan wasn’t sure how far he would be comfortable going tonight, but he decided he would try to let his body, and Fabian, guide him. His brain tended to ruin everything.
He sat in the middle of the sofa, and Fabian immediately crawled into his lap and straddled him. Ryan rested a hand on the side of Fabian’s head and let his fingers drift into his silky, dark hair.
“Mm. Play with my hair and I’ll let you doanything,” Fabian purred.
