Page 17 of Rock the Cradle of Love
Taylor’s gut flips. “This okay?” he whispers into the breath between them. Noah was taught consent. Taylor will have to remember to ask. Noah nods, and Taylor presses in again, skates his tongue along Noah’s lip and into Noah’s mouth. Noah cants his head and adds his own tongue to the mix. Taylor’s got self-control. He really does. He’s exercised it with women plenty of times. Never had to with another guy. But. It’s fine.
Kissing Noah’s some sort of exquisite torture, but it’s fine. As much as he wants to go harder and faster, this slow exploration touches a place inside of him that’s been bereft of tender touches and emotional attachment for far longer than he’d like to admit. Noah’s left hand is in Taylor’s hair and the right is sliding up his arm, and if Noah’s never kissed anyone before, he’s a fucking quick study or just naturally talented.
“Fuck…” Taylor whispers when they part. His chest is heaving and his heart is trying to break his ribs from the inside out. He adjusts his dick. “What you do to me.”
Noah peers into Taylor’s lap, at the huge tent in Taylor’s basketball shorts. “Just from kissing me?” he asks in wonder, blue eyes big.
“You have to understand…” Taylor’s face goes hot. Noah’s been more than forthright; Taylor needs to be the same. “…I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
“Okay,” Noah says, but he’s wearing an expression that indicates he has no idea what that’s like for a guy with a raging sex drive. Which is why the whole idea of the two of them seems like a crazy one once again. But Taylor’s waited this long and has been given a chance. It’s worth a shot, right? Noah’s worth giving a relationship a try.
“You know how when you’re really super hungry and you just want to eat everything?”
Noah nods.
“It’s like that, only worse and more powerful. Because you just want to feel those heightened feelings and bring them to fruition, if you know what I mean? And, uh, I’ve had a thing for you for a while and being with other people didn’t feel right when I wanted to be with you.”
Noah’s face softens. “Wow. I’m not sure what to say. That’s a sweet gesture considering you had no idea how this would pan out.”
“Yeah, well, I was just about to give up.”
Noah smiles. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Me too. Can we kiss some more?”
“We’ll discuss what all requires an ask and what doesn’t later. But from now on, kissing doesn’t, all right?”
Taylor leans forward, ready to rock Noah’s world when a cry sounds from Noah’s room. His heart sinks and his dick deflates. “Well, shit.”
Noah chuckles. “Duty calls.”
Taylor untangles himself from Noah and adjusts his dick again.
“That was nice,” Noah says, disappearing down the hall.
“Nice? That was better than nice, Noah,” he calls after him.
Noah reappears with Emma in his arms. “I still owe you a few more meals. What would you like?”
“I could make a meal out of you, you know,” Taylor says, waggling his brows. Yeah, he could spend hours nibbling on, licking, biting, sucking Noah off.
One of Noah’s dark eyebrows arches over a bright blue eye. “Huh. Okay. We can discuss that later. Right now—real food. Protein, carbs, calories.”
“Right, and after that, Emma’s room. I promised her.”
Noah snorts. “You promised a three-month-old?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Taylor raises an eyebrow and kisses him.
* * *
Noah floats on a cloud of warmth and comfort. He’s not usually this toasty when he sleeps, but it’s nice and he shuffles toward the warmth. The warmth scoots closer to him, a soft exhale floating on the cool air.Mm...This is a nice dream, and he burrows closer to the body next to him. An arm slides around his waist, and Noah sighs in contentment and drifts back to sleep.
Eventually, the snoring in Noah’s ear drags him completely from slumber, and he stills. Not a dream. He and Taylor’d been up late again, working on Emma’s room. They’d finished everything they could, aside from anything that required hammering nails into the walls. Because of the change in their relationship, Noah had allowed Taylor to spend the night, as long as Taylor agreed that there’d be no pressure for sex. They needed to have at least one conversation, if not several. But Noah had liked waking up next to Taylor last week and so here they were again.
